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42 legends about the folklore and heritage of Belarus
The count's estate was so rich that even the well-being of the groom of this farm could be envied by a middle-class nobleman from a neighboring dungeon or folvarka. He owned a large stone house,…
Rarely, very rarely, there is a person here. Neither a wide road nor a narrow path is visible. A gentle hill, as if on purpose, covers that quiet, forgotten place. They drive by and don't know what's there.…
There are dozens of such barrels in any ethnographic museum. But the blackened sides of this particular barrel reflected a tragic story from the distant past, in which she played a role. Ma…
The border was very narrow and always empty. The grass that happily reached out to the Sun in the spring withered after a while and turned into withered bunches. Its roots, having grown stronger and slightly sunk into the ground,…
Once upon a time, this mound loomed on the horizon from afar with its perfectly regular shapes. On this flat terrain, it was like a landmark, like a lighthouse showing the traveler the way. In these places…
A woman with empty buckets walked briskly in front of me. I was afraid that she might cross the road in front of my car, and I followed her as slowly as possible. Ten paces away, under the sprawling…
At the intersection of country roads near a wooden cross, a very old grandmother in a gray shawl tied with a cross on her chest was pulling weeds and planting daisies from a wicker basket.…
This hill, from which we now look at the surrounding beauty with bated breath, was not alone. To the right, to the left, and opposite, hills of varying size and steepness rose, overgrown in places.…
This story was told to us by a grandmother guide on the way to an old abandoned mill. Everything would have been fine here if one day the owner of this mill had not sent his son to a nearby farmyard to get a plow. Your mo…
My interlocutor is a short, stocky, balding grandfather. I bite into the big Antonov apple he gave me, and the painfully familiar smell seems to spread all over the street. "How long ago was that?" - repair…
There are water meadows on both sides of the river. In the middle of summer, the water receded from the grasses, and only in places the amazing shapes of the bald patches shone right up to autumn. It was time for haymaking. Three or four thousand…
I've been looking for two identical wheelchair wheels for a long time to make a chandelier in the largest room of my house. And then one day, when I was driving through a village, out of the corner of my eye I noticed old ladders in the yard on the other side.…
