simeon church in honor of semyon the stylite, by the way, is a very interesting story. semyon the stylite was the patron of our prince , the founder of the city, and perhaps that is why he erected the pillar. well the one that tower is that interesting. and everywhere this pillar is above the entrance. the temple that we see now was built in 1914. before that, there was a wooden building here, completely dilapidated by the end of the nineteenth century, and so on, the local rector, father lev paevsky, achieved an audience with the emperor, nicholas ii, while he was staying in belovezhskaya pushcha and asked the government to allocate 50,000 rubles for help. gold and soon a new temple appeared on a hill. from the top of the hill on which the temple stands, there is an excellent view from one side of belaya vezha with another church. by the way, what kind of bonfire of saints peter and paul was once wooden, but before a double burnt hit. lightnings began to rebuild it from bricks, but did not have time, and after the war it became a restaurant, and now, and now the church

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