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France
France is a transcontinental state, including the main territory in Western Europe and a number of overseas regions and territories.
The capital of France is Paris.
The motto of the Republic is “Freedom, Equality, Brotherhood”, its principle is the rule of the people, by the people and for the people. Read the rest of this entry »
The history of Cossacks
Information from Government of Republic of Kalmykia
The history of Cossacks dates back to the ancient history. People called “kazaks” are mentioned in the written document of the late first millennium, and the archaeological explorations allow us to trace the earlier periods of Cossack life.
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Hell’s devils: How Russia’s steppe warriors took on Napoleon’s armies
Hell’s devils: How Russia’s steppe warriors took on Napoleon’s armies
July 28, 2014 Alexander Vershinin, Special to RBTH
Direct descendants of the fearsome Mongol hordes of Genghis Khan, in the early 19th century Kalmyk cavalrymen were to play a significant role in driving Napoleon’s Grande Armée out of Russia and all the way back to Paris, with their ancient battle skills sowing confusion and terror in the French ranks. Read the rest of this entry »
Okna Tsahan Zam and new album “Shaman Voices”
Okna Tsahan Zam new album “Shaman Voices”
“A journey in the steppe”
Ethnic songs, Throat singing, overtone singing.
Claude Samard Polikar.
France, 2004.
“East-West fusion with a difference… done in a vastly better way than any other fusion with overtone singing that I’ve heard.”
Geoff Burton (UK fRoots magazine) Read the rest of this entry »
Paris, The cathedral of Notre Dame, God, reincarnation and soul
During that visit I finally found myself with an hour or two of free time. The meeting had been scheduled for the evening. Spring. I took a walk around the capital of France. Fine smells mingled with the thawing snow and the acrid car exhaust. I walked along a bridge, past two your people kissing, past a smiling street trader peddling badges, old coins and chains, and past British tourists. Suddenly I saw the world-famous Isle de la Cite and then the enormous grey wonder of the slowly approaching Notre Dame.
I bought a ticket, entered the building, sat down in the third row and felt my chest slowly fill with a sweet pain. How many times had I dreamed of coming here! I felt intimations of a miracle. Read the rest of this entry »
