whole collection of cages, a whistle, this collection was taken to moscow to vdnkh and saras the voroshilov starat the museums of st. petersburg moscow and minsk 1977 today at dubrovna, to bury a good memory and maestromists. and i'm just esushi one of them is lyudmila anisimovna. mukhina my uncle was a potter. this grandmother went to him, and he gave her a piece of this clay, but before making something with this clay . she crumbled this clay, like crumbling stale bread, and chose all the pebbles , all the grains of sand, so that she would have nothing left and no, uh, layers of veins of all this. here, after which she began to knead this clay. here i mixed it. so that the other woman did not knead the dough for pies. that's when she was already taking out her horse voice. this is how i went horizontally, then vertically i chose everything that could have left a speck there. here is this com. clay, well, he can, here he was, i didn’t expect much. she wrapped it in a wet linen cloth, and from that piece, she took as much for what she counted on for a whistle. birds of horses, vesniks of lyalka