nechatovo , my grandmother, my grandfather, my uncles, aunt, my grandmother proskovya klimovna, bognat, paraskevya lived there, she left me one such runner woven by her own hands as a keepsake, you can even feel this harsh linen thread there. it is already so worn out, worn out, it is in my office, in the center, everyone is straightening it out, she is surprised, when i tell this, that this grandmother wove all this with her own hands. 37 years ago i left for love, got married, that's how many years i've been living in armenia, i live pretty well in principle. they were sent to prisons, i didn't need countries, here... my love, there's a lot in common and hospitality, well , i would say that even in belarus, belarusians have more patience, more of this active life position, they always always know what they want from life, and they unite with a lot of love, they love, they love, everyone loves. we have trolleybuses running, we have honking belarusian tractors, here we generally play belarusian songs, we often meet with those who come to us, this is your russian drama theater, these are the pesnya