try to live here, i don’t know, somehow try to restore it, maybe as a dacha originally, yes, that is, just come here on weekends, that’s when we already released the sixtieth program there, and i’m already looking at my wife with fear , who is also watching the program like this, she’s already starting to push me with her elbow, let ’s buy it, buy me a farm, buy it, like this, and i understand that if before, i would definitely tell her, well, okay, what kind of farm, that is. now i understand that it is quite possible, and how if i were working here, i would probably start something, but i would still continue to do what i can do, i hope, what i can do, remove some kind of block, how we live here, how we we are developing this, how we are trying to raise it, restore it, for which i am very afraid, these are animals, that’s what, but having pigs, having a cow, having goats, well, a cow is not the case when she, as a boss at work, can write an application: for vacation, come on, dear

yourself with your hooves for 2 weeks, give it yourself, i’m still in i’ll fry the back of my tummy in egypt, i’ll come back to you, and you’ve already prepared some cottage cheese for me here, but it doesn’t happen like that, it’s like in that joke or anecdote when the clock changes, the clock is changed and the dayarka goes an hour later, and the cow has been waiting for an hour already, how can i explain to her, of course, it’s 24x7 , you can’t leave it, you can’t give it up, i’m here so that you can better understand me, my character, when my wife and i were choosing who to have with...

interesting a story about his brother, her brother, well, it turns out my great-great-great-grandfather, yeah, he goes to work in america, at that time this was not welcomed as much as not , on the contrary, it was welcomed, it was very easy to leave, earn money, come, they did not leave to go there not for a better life, although many stayed there, left in order to earn money, to return here, to buy land, land could be bought. i think his name was alexander, he goes to america and works there, and who he works for, it is not known what he did, he organized it, here is a man from a neighboring farm, he went to america, organized the production of paints, they issue marriage, they didn’t ask at that time, they were marrying her off, but that sister doesn’t really want her, well, no one asks, they are marrying her off, it’s planned.

the wedding is written to this alexander in america: come to his sister’s wedding, he comes and brings with him a friend, who is also from our area, who also went to work, at that time, those who went there, they tried to marry only their fellow countrymen, countrywomen , there was even an anecdote that when a ship arrived, local bachelors came out and looked, it arrived someone, well, there is someone to choose from, well...

she’s sitting on the other side of the room, she hears the whole thing, and says: and i’ll go, for whom from america, and who and a friend, who’s brother brought a friend, a friend is getting there... it got dark, almost night, almost night, yes, i wanted to ask, what do you think, even though the children now are not quite at the age at which they can make some serious decisions in their lives, and so nevertheless, you see in them already some kind of desire to join this common cause, and are there any fears that

just as i have repeatedly said today that after they gain such full rights, they will simply take it and sell it, i am trying to drag them in a little more, trying to drag them in with rubles. my children do all this, they pack, they fill, that’s it, i say, here’s your earnings 30%. let’s say, with the children we make all sorts of stands for phones , this one, by the way, this one even has an amplifier, here the phone is inserted, the speaker works in this hole and the echo, you can put

it like a phone, you can have a video, you choose to myself in memory of our hooter, how you were on the hooter, i want it with an amplifier, of course. thank you for the stories that i learned today, thank you for the place in which i was able to immerse myself, and special thanks for the fact that you didn’t bother me too much with work, thank you very much, may everything work out for you, thank you, and thank you all for that they allowed me to see from the inside how these shootings should be, and not like we did with trembling hands from the phone. let's run, i hope this was useful, thank you, mutually, without being afraid difficulties, our hero not only did not sell the farm immediately after inheriting, but was able to equip it and increase the wealth accumulated by his ancestors. with such a bright head and golden hands, i don’t have to worry about this

family, everything will be fine with them. its history, its nature, its culture, its faith, its people, and its generosity, one time. you feel it and will never forget it again, everything here is for real.

ladies and gentlemen, dear friends, on our stage. honored artist of the republic of belarus, beautiful irina darofeeva meet.

geta is my native land, insha don’t look for nothing , geta is my native land, etstsa ўsіnі byskontsa i shepsha priemna gai, song of the skin at the end, geta my native land, i wouldn’t be a mandravala, i’ll come back abroad, any native land, land of youth, here is the land of may , since childhood.

tsenya lyasov, pale prastor, geta my native land, sep dzyadzyuli, ubars, geta my native land, paktui tsyary, geta my native land, dze will come back again, any native land, land of the young, here is the land of may, don’t call the pile, my protulak .

sacred holy khanya, creative people, of course, a song.

budze lepshim zell hell samoty k veda za vyaselle, chastka darling, i’m looking for bushy, sertsy dushai, palukai, carcass, shchastya, velga.

don’t joke at the pushchyts at the sertsy ushkay va darush regrasi sertsa vachvar fall.

you don’t leave the river from the steep bank, it’s not the same for me, the patched strainer, here from the kupala fiber came out, and let it go. my little bastard, my hand falls, don’t leave the river, save the cool ones, don’t give me a strainer, a strainer of patched ones, oh, bad luck. oh, oh, how the noise is falling, but i will be there, i will be there, karagot rich, and here

is the future of may, dear chakaytse, vyanochka vid, here i walked with my sweetheart and the bright stars, the snow flew all over the earthly prastor, darling shchatseika, the sharp-sighted one took me, the orcs died behind the fire m valyn, my khans’ palats, far away light, the pumping has stopped, unforgettable traces. come out of the river with a berazhkom cool, it’s not like that for me , the patched strainer, oh, yes, oh, like

the noise of the sladar, and dze will be tse z i karhod vadzits, and dze will be budurs. lyubaga chakai,

don’t go out.

i was fascinated by the creativity of the ensemble during the meetings pesnyary, asabista, kaliyan vykonvali folk songs, where i want to sleep. such songs, because in these songs the sleeping belarusian soul, the soul of the people, is truly burning.

i don’t know what ’s happening to me, and what’s next for me, maybe the sudjana would be hell, because your fears are fearful, right in the rivers, everything is fine. right is empty, people seem to be not sarmatian, because i am familiar, the koran yes, the koran yes, the koran yes, the share of bitter tym. i, i

told no one any words about the taral, the heat and the cola and the heat in the new, clean, everything is veramazza empty, people seem, no, yes, at the yagovaya. i got ruined, god forbid you let me go free , and i got tired of it.

i know the beginning of the tradition, the ordinary people are vada, everything in pernerets is empty, people don’t seem to be healthy that i’m ready,

varanoga horse for a little van, little vanechka, for a little hand, varanoga horse for the old fashioned way, little vanichka. for the table,

all davodir intensify your wide gift. vanishka, myadulina, s_nyaga vozera, sі lyaduts, shirokay darogai z vada ezdetsya, qi

yazera, raid betsen, derai pazela, kill, kill.

dzyakuy, darlings, you know, i felt during the meetings that i was... a great happy one, and why, there, that i have had great meetings with my father and father, my mother and father, and i have enjoyed the bathing, this is our holy, our holy family, i know

that in the autumn of may my father’s dachshunds were in the hall, and in the summer of 1955 dzya svaygo vyaselya, bravo! there i feel like i’m having a good bathing, and this topic of meetings is buzzing with my fathers, and i’ve been working on such a swimsuit for my father, and now i want to celebrate with the ugly ensemble of the republic of belarus here are the songsters!

mroina uspamin, raptona spatkanne, sank to the bottom of the sun, dead green, shock my kasa, in our hands, and the will of the father, in the sacramental paradise, in which i saw the sky, forty paralyks of white gave, runaway, runaway. controlled mirrors agony, once the sun was dawning, the sun was far away, the sunshine was walking racks, lock the fires,

how can i stop the jumping of the june cossack, how can i get onto that stage? zhuk is treasured , as if i didn’t hear the terrible caress, i won’t remember it for a long time, i’ll sleep right now, the parks are dripping far away, i’m poor , the bright eyes, i’ve blossomed, dad is the dawn, when the dawn was far away, the bell rang.

that was just before, the skinny carcass was walking

with a raking fire, the bewa was muttering, the kings were falling, and it was going well, my work was running away, sharp-sighted as hell, scattered in war, where the sunrises, the skinny carcass was walking, a beautiful beauty, a belarusian sky beauty irina darofeeva, songwriters and the presidential orchestra of the republic of belarus, chief conductor, vitaly kulbakov. we see off irina

with applause, friends, and especially for this evening we have prepared our new song, especially for our irina, oh irinka is young, let's all clap together, my young fish. mayo kahanne, oirynka malata, summer night on

dvara, patched vigil in the sky, holy road, garyts, sidewalk manikoga, donzhyk washed away the road.

like a boy, only on the wall, only on the wall, freely, freely.

my love, my love, my love, my love

, well, the third world war is already, as some say , it has been going on for a long time, only the forms are quite hidden, the west understands perfectly well that russia and belarus cannot be defeated by military means, it is impossible, always bet on something, internal explosion, without organization no mood will rise anywhere and... yes, they managed to topple europe today, but this does not allow them to fully revive the united states as a world hegemon. the world is at a breaking point, in this version, of course it

will not exist, my hegemon cannot retreat, what he managed to do, excuse me , will still hurt him, whatever. good or evil, it comes back, especially evil. the project is objective. don't miss new episodes on the belarus 24 tv channel. today we see how unnatural the prism of representation is, primarily by the western media, those events that concern russia and belarus, here we can talk about the abuse of freedom of speech.

to invite and organize the same conference there, but what are you afraid of? but were you afraid? project, say don’t be silent, don’t miss new episodes on the belarus 24 tv channel

. i love you. he carries the last leaf and pours like a bucket, autumn separates us , it’s time for you to fly, you leave the sadness of the last meeting to me, we’ll be alone with you this evening. fly away, fly away, fly away, flight has taken off, may spring begin, may spring begin, let him indicate.

the cherry tree is soaked through, the adach still hasn’t died down, i whisper, lera can hear it, fly, well, fly, the sadness of the last meeting will replace love for me, we’ll be this evening, vitebsk, alone with you, i’m flying away.

how nice it is to arrive! who yes, you love you and are waiting for you, fly away, fly away, fly away, bevetno.

thank you very much, you know, there are songs with which you began your creative journey, it is so easy to continue living with them, because everything remains the same, nothing changes, all the best and kindest remains, the song that will be played now, it was performed me, when i was a soloist of the ensemble... i want to say a huge thank you to the people 's artist of belarus vasily rainchik for the fact that he noticed me already in the ninety-first

year as a little girl at my first competition, in the ninety-third he already invited me to work in the verasa ensemble, so since ninety-four i have been singing this beautiful song: blue eyes! one late evening i went into a night cafe, the barman nodded hello to you and served lemonade, and i looked around, as there were only two, and there was no way back, no way back, no way back, at his eye, this is mine. the golden wave , wednesday of september, the music of love

, i judge that i can’t overcome the gangs, he carries a knife, i can overcome the music of love, the night carries light shacks , as if for a witch of us, i’m looking for him everywhere, splashing above me, where are the blue seas, i ask one for city, suddenly a miracle will happen, i will meet him in september, in the prince of september, he has eyes the blue of the sea, gold hair, the light of september.

music to love is not impossible, light shaki, i wear my nose music of love cannot be overcome, curled shaki, stora to wear night, his eyes are blue seas, gold hair, colors september, loving music is impossible. night

light shaki, i give wearable, music, irresistible, white shades, i give wearable night, one late evening. another fateful meeting i had with a wonderful musician, winner of the slavic bazaar vitebsk 99, zeljka aksimovich, serbian singer and composer, i want to perform his song, it’s about the fact that love knows no boundaries, true friendship, friendship between our peoples, our a festival

that brings us all together. knows no boundaries, today we will rock, don’t give me darlings vuses, to lose, i am afraid of them, i will cry bitterly, my unhappy fate, there is no love. and the borders will be reddened like a mountain bird, the drink is buried, there is no love, i dare you to burn in gifts, you are bright, brighter than the heat, the fire, the fire, i have thickened my love, the state tastes, divided into what

i only changed, only the paths to... their happiness i had it before, i still have the thread, they gave it to me. laws are higher than heaven, fences, if he leaves, then he will gain, there is no love that wanders, if you believe in it, it will also come, i let my love go, because even though

so much gu... so i’m afraid , i’ll be a paktor, the thread remained with me, i love that i let loose the lyuty, i also took care of it for a long time, only even though you were happy once, the thread stayed with me, i let my love... let loose the takoty , i rubbed what i just moved, it was so thickened

, the thread remained smart, the thread remained smart, i’m playing, i’ll cry bitterly, a lot of songs have been written about love, about love , first of all, i want to sing for my homeland, so we just celebrated anniversary of our famous songwriter igor luchenok, wonderful song, my dear kut and... it would seem that it is already difficult to write the best songs about belarus, but i am very pleased that there are new, young authors, talented, truly loving their country, who

write in a new way about belarus, the premiere of the song my shore sounds for you, i’m very excited. beautiful, pure, bright, my dear land,

i live by your covenants, thank you for believing in me, you are wise and fair, i love and am proud... oh, like the birds in the spring i return, hello to you, my love, my child, my stalemate here everything is native, here everyone will forgive and understand, and they began to fly their cents, only the homeland sincerely.

sincerely waiting, the river of my life, yours, river , i breathe with your breath, i hurry to share both golem and joy with you, dear, and i know that you will save the trials, you will cover yourself, like birds in the spring i return to you from the road of love. my shore, my home, here everything is dear, here everyone will forgive, understand, set the flights of their little bodies, only the sincere homeland awaits,

my great, my new, the whole head, the whole heart lives with love, christ will not follow his own. my home is in front of me, here everything is dear, here everyone will forgive me, from the distant flights

of their chicks, only the homeland is sincerely waiting, my day is a constant, because the heart lives with love, in some places they praise their faces, only the homeland is sincerely waiting.

presidential orchestra of the republic of belarus, chief conductor, vitaly kulbakov. this wonderful song, the premiere, was written by a wonderful poetess, anna silok, and i was lucky enough to perform another one. her song, and i hope you have already fallen in love with it, because with all my love for you, from the bottom of my heart hearts, it all starts with love, thank you vita , thank you my friends, thank you my family, i want to see you always happy, in love, it all starts with love, victory and

overcoming, and childhood is the first steps, doubts answer to everything, it all starts with love , love for parents and therefore, love is born the whole world and not... there is another way, love, love your heart, appreciate every day and hour, believe me, every day, believe me, because someone nearby believes us, love, love your heart , light up the light, put on love for... edet, it all starts with

love, love illuminates our path, it is mine, mine in sorrow, and never deceive, the eyes that listen, warmed, it all starts with love, roads, destinations, in love a day is born. the world who believes in happiness, without a doubt, love, open your heart, appreciate every hour of the day, believe, believe in love, because someone nearby believes us, love, love your heart, and burn the light inside, believe. love,

believe me, everything starts from love, the most in love, the most desired, love, love with your heart and turn on the light inside, believe me, in for every couple, everything starts with love, love, love. believe me, love, believe me, because someone is fighting nearby, love, love your heart, and burn the light inside, believe me, anyone,

believe me, it all begins with love, it all begins. with love, the most important thing is that we never betray ourselves, because the greatest happiness is to love and value your country when you are needed here. the help of god's word and the principles of christian

life. if we remember that what we do is above us and above everything, lord, everything will always be fine. unusual architectural solution.

poland and lithuania, although these countries participated in disturbing the peace in the countries of the middle east, are in no hurry to let refugees in, maybe this is different? the confrontation between the west and russia, which began during the cold war. the war has received an unexpected continuation in our days. in their attempt not to be like the russians, representatives of the so-called civilized world have reached a new level. now it’s not enough for them that they have democracy. they came up with european ones as a counterbalance to slavic values, family and marriage.

they are required to comply with new standards. in case of disobedience, removal of children. the west has come to the point where it destroys itself. yourself from the inside. the author's project of ksenia lebedeva is different. watch new episodes on the belarus 24 tv channel . you have been thrown far, life itself is alarming, but one day in early autumn

the impossible will suddenly happen, across the forests there will be a dawn. over the cold, small, unnoticeable ridges , you will fly to where the bright and sad, linty, native belarusian land awaits you, there in the gaps, behind the fogs, in the silence of drawing. field, hidden, unspeakable, beats the heart of my land, if there is anything. there is something eternal in the world, beyond control, a song of it, you ask

me, and i will answer, this is the heart of my land, where the nameless river flows like a silver ribbon, i will plunge into the honey, heather, fragrant race and an old tenderness will awaken, it will flare up in the heart with a quiet flame , hello, i will say , desired one, i know that you have been waiting for me for a long time, filthy, deer, my native belarusian land, there has come... my hidden, unspeakable

heart has come, the heart of my land, if there is anything, great, unsubdued peruk, you ask me, and i will answer. you ask me and i will answer, this is the heart

of my land, you ask me and i will answer, this is the heart of my land, irina darofe, anatoly ivanovich yarmulenko, and of course, the legendary sebra ensemble, we invite the stage, i leave you with this magnificent, the hottest, most beloved by the public. thank you, well, let’s sing, well then

let’s go, please, there are such simple words, this is a song by eduard hank, you all know it, and i’ll lie down and jump and pull you up. you are noisy, noisy, there are birch trees above me, kalyshshytse, lyulyaytse, my chanting for centuries, and i will lie down, jump, the edge of the old gastsin, on the perfume. on the spit, if the grass is not ripe enough

, and on the fragrant tacos , if the grass is not ripe, well, you are for the acne, and i will lie down and jump over the edge. the end of the old man, the galley on the pagoras, on the high mounds, the worn hands, the wide spread of freedom, the nakedness of the distance, high covered by the fog. stained hands, sick, wide spread,

naked, long. the fog is covering you, you are noisy, noisy, there is noise above me. noses, asypayets, darling, caress the earth, and i will lie down, jump, the edge of the old gastsin, i hello three, i'll graze the pig, and i

'll go to bed. i’ll lie down, the edge of the old hotel, i ’m an old man for a little while, i’ll take a little sleep. and you are making noise, making noise over me.

asypaitse, dear one, caress the earth. ansam september!

when style is in full swing, there is a boulevard under your feet, combat make-up, i turn on the fire, turn on the courage, hey, take your time , shoot at me first, if i want, you yourself can become a victim, it doesn’t matter who you are, i won’t

stop, this is mine hunting season. i loot whoever i want, it doesn’t matter who you are, i won’t stop, this is my hunting season, whoever i want, i love that, tenth class for men. everything is in my footsteps, inside me, it’s quite possible, woman to you, today i’m fire, i’m burning like never before, and tomorrow again again, let’s do what we need to do, but don’t rush to shoot me first, if i want it that way, you yourself can become a victim, it does

n’t matter who you are, i won’t be afraid. this is my hunting season, i love whoever i want, it doesn’t matter who you are! i won’t stop, this is my hunting season, i catch whoever i want, for a couple of hours, today the city is mine, the click of my heels, the city is watching me everywhere, if you want now how can i go through this whole quest in my fan club, there are just a couple of free couples , but... don’t rush to shoot me first, if i want, you yourself can become a victim, it doesn’t matter who you are, i won’t stop, this is

my hunting season, i’ll kill whoever i want, it doesn’t matter who you are, i don’t... thank you, now i want to perform a completely new song from my old one. let 's just say, maybe someone doesn't remember it at all, someone doesn't know it, someone just recognizes it in a completely different way, like the first time,

yes, you can dance, it's night outside the window, quietly whisper, glory, be with him in battle, he loves you so much, you decide what answer to give. yes , or maybe not, you just don’t know why you need him, but just like the first time,

you dream about him, night and day, and the moon shines for you, do you want love? do you want to give, but how difficult it is to find, how difficult it is to say words for him, you don’t know what answer to give, yes, and maybe you yourself don’t know why you need it, but also. for the first time she breaks up again, not knowing that the girl was blazing, the girl

was blazing for a long time. you decide what answer to give, yes, or maybe if it’s not, then i myself don’t know why you need it, but just like the first time, you keep talking about it, night and day, in the midst of the chaos.

thank you dear vitev! i have always dreamed of being a rock singer or a rock singer, thank you very much, since childhood, i know that today my beloved rainbow is present here in the hall, the mogilev residents are also fellow countrymen here, right? this school has nurtured so many talented young people, you really understand that we have a wonderful future for our art. because

we have reliable teachers, and over time we also become teachers and go in their footsteps, we are setting off on a free flight, come on, come on, let's all be more friendly! i loved to fly and set off, my hand touched the twinkling stars, and the enchanting light did not let us sleep, beckoning us to a magical flight, which means to overcome it. not

the earth, you and i can do it, we can do it, heavenly bridges, we are on the wings of a dream, we are learning with you, the children are calling us, they are singing about something, when the verdict is in, i loved to fly in the sky with you, we were covered by a piggy cur, look . the ray of the sun gives a scion, the dawn raises the fog abuar to see the birth of a new dawn, with you can do it, no important vasta, we cover our dreams, we study with you, where the covenant sings about something with you, you are under us... look around,

the endless circle of life, millions of good circles, you will see, friend, the wind is calling us, endless flight, the land is telling a riddle, friends! see the gospel, we don’t burn bridges, we are on the wings of dreams, we are rushing with you, the wind is singing a testament about something, the surf is beneath us, skinning you.

the wind is calling about something, the device below us is singing.

deremesh, thank you, and of course, my beloved, simply incomparable, the most wonderful team. on earth, presidential orchestra of the republic of belarus, chief conductor, vitaly gulbakov,

let's plunge into the physical, intellectual world of sports, where everything is important. oh, what a moment the blow 1:0 dynamo takes the lead, he actually created football in our country, the dynamo brand, and from this brand, from this club came the whole history of belarusian football, victories, defeats, emotions and swiftness, minutes and seconds, so we try help each other, help each other, and this is a very positive, good competition, well, thank you for are invited. naturally, we have always come , every year and will continue to come constantly , i recommend athletes and coaches not to lose heart, on the contrary, to seek - to fight for their place in sports and prove it with their victories, bright victories, significant victories and with their

friendly team, it seems to me that this should unite us even more. only sports, only belarus 24, a journey through sineokaya through the eyes of foreigners, such an interesting detour.

wide sea, distant distance, inaudible across the sky , clouds glide over the heart,

there is sadness and sadness in the land, time flows like streams of sand, but there are no sails, only red and sunset, little leaves above the sea. the sea is screaming, screaming, the girl is on the shore, hope looks into the sea, shoob tears off the cheekbone, where are you my gentle knight, the girl on the shore knows there will be happiness, the girl is on the shore, believes in the dream of a miracle, the cruel sun is at its zenith again, and the seagulls

again circling above her head, how she wants to run on the water, the children of the one who is oppressed by fate, but let the horizon be in the heart of longing, and the clouds also float across the sky, the girl on the rope, she looks into the sea with hope, shobat bursts her lips, where are you, my knight, gentle girl.

you know that there will be happiness, a girl on the shore, believing the dream of a miracle. into the sea with hope, the driver looks

away, where are you, my dear guy, the girl on the shore, the girl for sure, in the sea, credit with hope, the show is blown up, where are you... and i’ll come to you guys, the girl on the shore

will be here , a girl on the shore, the sea will come with hope, the hat is tearing off the sku, where have you been, my boyfriend, the girl has notes...

tonight there will be dancing until the morning, today at night at night tomorrow yesterday, tomorrow yesterday, you are good and young and cheerful, cheerful, you shine brighter than the stars and the moon, brighter than the wind .

your star shines brightest today, brightest of all, your cheerful calls flow like a river, light, light, you will remember such nights forever, forever. soul, when you are young, in front of another honest one, and you are my need, burn-burn, burn-burn, burn-burn, clearly, burn-burn for blessing, burn-burn, scorching with light, burn-burn, you are the only one,

thank you very much, dear friends, thank you for your applause, for your smiles, because we let's do good together! white-white rus'.