we are in the village of tereblychi, stolin district in the brezhnev region, in the centers of carvedof the village, where i work, i am in charge of all this wealth of our palashuks, which i collected here, here legends, various, fallen stories, tales that i illustrate in my works, in the tree, in history. from the heat and heat, this has been passed on to hundreds of assholes, and this is all i have illustrated in my works, these are our sticks, dzerebliches, i’m glad, this is the legend itself, this is how it’s been written, i’ve been around for about 50 years ў, geta i’m in my childhood and here’s the whole trot, there’s no carcasses, no bread, no rolls of beasts, they’re poor , they were homeless, there wasn’t even any bread, because the lynx breed has skins, because there’s a bad nature there, and so i’m glad for that. silly in the breadwinner is a galava, there is a maladian young woman , this beauties are in the wheel, and at the same time the beauties are married to such beauties. yan until 63 there were david-garadotsky districts, but in 63 years the gets were dismantled, the