there is polesia, with the bressk gublya, there is polesia, yes, well, partly there, it’s just there,est there, what are the most famous swamps, polesie swamps, almanskie, almanskie swamps, we guessed right, right? and the third clue, paper, you have it, have a good quest, well, let's go, drive, we were sent to stolin , more precisely to the stolin district, to be honest , i've been there, so we didn't go to stolin itself, i started my mission right from the location, namely from the alman marshes. the alman swamp is, of course, also an eco-trail. its length of a kilometer at the end of the path awaits us with an excellent landscape overlooking zasaminnoye lake. well, let's start our walk. what surprised me was that i didn’t meet a single tourist or even a local resident on this trail. but this seems to me an obvious fact, because everywhere on my way bicycles were scattered, this means that everyone was off to pick lingonberries, oh , the nature, of course, is crazy beautiful, and i’m starting to like hiking through these swamps , look how handsome it is, just like that, together wit

to know the beauty and meet people, and new regions, new views, let's say, of course, of course, polesiars, and these blue lakes admire the beauty of the country, this is all ours, this is all dear, a hobby in my house: we sang to my family very often, in the morning, when i was little was, then i woke up precisely to the singing of my father, somehow it came in, but i love it too sing folk songs, why, because they are alive, or maybe just a line, there is one folk song about my mother, i added one more column, one verse, that is, you also write poetry, well, no, well, to say that i write poetry, but that is, there are moments when the words take shape on their own, at first i didn’t sleep, when i’m in the world, i’m often wondering, for memory in the house, you’re hand -embroidered by you, with the quart of a gun, the charm of bad luck, and for memory in the house, you’re hand -embroidered by you , kveztse... my friends are charmed and unsuccessful, i will spread the yago, like sumna and mountain, akunuўya ў bastards, for the sake of justice, it has passed , for the sake of matulina’s h