there is an assumption that viruses appeared on the planet earlier than any living cell, that is, billions of years ago. we ask the most exciting questions and look for answers to them. and the last question, many people think that in the new season there will be a new strain, and vaccination will no longer help, why is it still worth getting vaccinated against both the flu and coronavirus. to create a vaccine, we will crush this virus, so to speak, split it into small fragments and then purify them, that is, the technology, well, let’s say, is somewhat... see the science project nearby on the belarus 24 tv channel . i consider the main task of a teacher to raise a worthy generation so that our country can develop in peace and creativity. i was born in

the city of ivanovo, brest region, i graduated from school number one, entered the brest pedagogical institute named after pushkin and after graduation i returned to my city, because i love it very much, it is inexpensive and will always remain expensive. i have been working as a teacher for 30 years, and if i had the opportunity to rewind time, i would probably choose this same professional one. path. the most interesting thing in the profession is promoting a child. that's when they come to us in fifth grade and we study their abilities, their needs. mentally imagine how this child can develop. a teacher must be demanding, be able to be happy for children, and instill in them confidence in their abilities. the most valuable thing for a teacher is when his students reach heights. this is a great reward for me. that's what i feel about it, of course. pride,

i would like to lay in them, first of all , responsibility, to themselves, first joy, working with modern children, it’s my turn, and in front of the outside world, until a person begins to demand something from himself, he has no right to demand something from others, the child must understand that he goes from his parents’ family to school and he represents his family at school, in society, and family is the most valuable thing for me... with this excitement you capture children, maybe not all, but many, then these children are grateful to you for the fact that at the right moment you tried to ... they began to give them some kind of acceleration.

from roadside trails to the farthest stars, the world, which seemed complicated to me , suddenly became clear and simple, so more and more often without the moon and with the moon, sometimes from sadness, sometimes from happiness ... i can’t sleep at night, in

vain i don’t need it, there’s no need for different reasons, we don’t need to look, of course, no, they don’t care, no , they don’t care, love is the only one to blame, only love is to blame for everything, only love is always to blame, that’s what i... but that’s it, only therefore, more and more often, without the moon and with the moon, sometimes from sadness, sometimes from happiness, i can’t sleep at night, for one simple reason, i can’t explain mogu, throat tops, and dvetyan. snow,

we don’t need it in vain, we don’t need different reasons. of course, there is no need to look, no , it doesn’t matter, no, it doesn’t matter, love is alone, it’s to blame, only love is to blame for everything, only love is always to blame, then yes it is, then yes it is,

again the birds gather in flocks. awaits them across the seas, the road is long, bright , cheerful, green, goodbye summer, goodbye, outside the window september the wires are swinging outside... with the window in the morning, gray rain like a wall, this summer i met with sadness, but love passed by , you won't get it back. starry nights and

again, my heart suddenly remembered everything that this summer promised me, promised me, but didn’t fulfill, outside the window september is swinging the wires. outside the window in the morning there was a wall of gray rain, this summer i encountered sadness, but love passed by, happiness was close, it was

nearby. but i didn’t have time to call out to him, every day the sky was frowning more and more, every day it was getting closer to the white south, where the stars were falling in the palm of my hand, wet leaves. sad on the tree, goodbye summer, goodbye to you in vain, i hoped, outside

the window september is swinging wires, outside the window with morning, sulfur rain. this summer i faced sadness, and love passed away. again the birds get up and gather, waiting for them beyond the seas, the road is long, bright. cheerful, green, goodbye summer, goodbye,

goodbye summer, goodbye, goodbye summer. clean out the pop stars and plant gardens tame the type, magic can do anything, i have a tiplo, the only thing is that... a real magician, only on paper i am, for nothing, oh, they paid

extra for nothing, they spent time with me, a gift with me i was tormented, the most delicious man, yes, yes, yes, the wisdom of the givers, i listened inattentively, everything that no questions asked, yes, i wanted to do it in a thunderstorm, but i got gas, a pink braid, a yellow stripe, instead of a pass, a leg, there are horns on my leg, i wouldn’t like legs, to shoot with that goat. good teachers, wasted time with me

, wasted time with me, the most delicious man, yes, yes, yes, putrik of the appendants, i listened inattentively, everything that was not boring, i did, i wanted to do the iron. i suddenly broke down, wings like a bee, instead of ears there are saints, at night i have a dream, a scythe of words are crying, crying and saying what you did to us, what happened to you made us, you gave gifts , you spent time with me, yes... i suffered with me, the most skillful of you, yes, yes, yes, there were opportunists,

i listened inattentively, everything that was not asked, i did something like this . whether you look out the windows, the dawn is blue, splashing and the rain is half-pockmarked, it doesn’t matter, it’s not that important, it’s important that someone was next to you, it doesn’t matter, it’s not that important. it’s important , it’s important that someone is next to you,

you live in a kind, complex world, and it won’t be good for you, it won’t become bright, and it won’t become kind if you don’t find a friend for you, pa-pa-pa-pa-parapa, pa-pa-pa, pa-para , pa-pa-pa, pa-parapa, parapara, only the lonely ones cannot make it, and in this, the grief of happiness is passing by. walk there walk and alone don’t dagnat it’s not there, it’s not there, it’s passing by the same prahodzitsy and he doesn’t give it a hole, it’s not there on sunny mornings, rain, snow, you need at least one person who understands you, understands someone who won’t

change you, pa-pa-pa.

where does childhood go, to what cities, and where can we find the means to get there again ? it will go away unheard of while the whole city sleeps, and will write to me in letters, but is unlikely to call. and in winter and in the summer of unprecedented miracles, there will be childhood somewhere, but not here, but not here, and from white coffins in the puddles by the stream, someone will run,

but not me, but not me, in all directions. and childhood, where it probably went, to a wonderful land, where every day there is a movie, where also on a blue night, moonlight flows, but from now on, you and i, there is no way there, both in winter and in summer. there is an unprecedented state of miracles, there will be childhood somewhere, but not here, in the white snowdrifts, through the puddles of the brook, someone will run, but not me, but not

me, where childhood goes to distant lands. to the kids in the neighborhood just like me, it gone unheard, while the whole city sleeps and does not write letters, it is unlikely that he will call, apparently in a summer of unprecedented miracles. there will be peace somewhere , but not here, in the white snowdrifts through the puddles by the stream, someone will be running, but not me, but not me,

all the anchors are shaving in the port, the hawks believe in my dream

, can you hear the sea, your sailor, i want i become,

i know, god, you are in black, blue, sea, sea! help me to become strong, to wash away your light like a wave, and i will trust you, i will come in the morning , again, sea, you hear the sea, i want to become your sailors.

their life in polish villages and agricultural towns, contrary to all stereotypes, are bright and rich.

there is strength, no need for intelligence. in our program we will prove that this phrase has nothing to do with sports, because sports are the business of smart people. name the hero of the famous tv series in the past, who during his school years played for the ural stars team and even scored a hat-trick in the final of the leather ball tournament. a show where the main weapon is intelligence. all of these english clubs represent london, except one. of course, we all remember that if

the pawn reaches... this is the correct answer, absolutely correct, knight sports at the 2024 olympic games will be held at the former residence of the french kings, artyom knew, i guessed that he would rest, so it was not in vain. watch the intellectual and sports show "head game" on our tv channel. you may not respond to love, not even let you into dreams, but there are still light, sorcerers, sorcerers, i have been with you

for a long time. fell with witch grass, no matter where you run, there, no matter what you do, there you will still be mine, you won’t go anywhere, you will fall in love and get married, you will still be mine, if you look at another, i won’t say anything, just i’ll look at the tracks as dark as midnight , i’ll look, i fed you a lot of witchcraft grass, wherever you ran there, so that... you don’t matter , you’ll still be mine, you won’t go anywhere, you’ll fall in love and get married, you’ll still be mine,

a star will light up above the earth , the wind will touch the leaves, the time will come to submit to witchcraft, witchcraft, i have long ago given you witchcraft weed, no matter where you run , no matter what you do, there you will still be mine, and you won’t go anywhere, you will fall in love and if you marry, you will still be mine.

it’s in vain that i live without the sadness of worries in the world i am lucky for everyone, i always have fun in everything, just like everyone else, like everyone else, like everyone else, i walk on the earth, i walk and... from fate, like everyone else, like everyone else , i ask you for happiness, i ask for happiness for myself, don’t believe that i live like in paradise, there will be trouble on my side, just like i

get tired in the evening. and i’m sad and i cry, sometimes, just like everyone else, like everyone else, like everyone else, i walk on the earth, i walk, with fate, like everyone else, like everyone else, i ask you for happiness, na-na-na-na, na, na -na-na-na-na-na-na-na, i ask you for happiness, life sometimes shakes me, but the answer

is known through more than one means, in a bitter hour, when i'm extremely unlucky, i say. that i’m lucky all the same, just like everyone else, like everyone else, like everyone else , i walk, walk, on the earth, like everyone else, like everyone else, i ask you for happiness, yes, yes, yes, yes, tada, ta, ta, good luck to you, my dear,

i ask you to be happy! a song about a hare in a dark blue forest, where the leaves fly from the oak trees, the sorcerers, the grass in the clearing. for these help they mowed down and at the same time they sang strange words, we don’t care, we don’t care, even if

we are afraid of the wolf and the dog, we have a matter of the most terrible thing... we wash away the magic, we mow we rub the grass, and the oak trees, the sorcerers, whisper quietly in the fog, near the filthy floors, whose shadows i rise, the hares mow the grass, we rub the grass on the palyan. and out of fear i sing the song more and more, we don’t care, we don’t care, even if we are afraid of the wolf

and the owl, we have business in the most terrible hour, we are magic, we mow the grass with three, we do n’t care, we don’t care, we firmly believe we are in need of a rumor, the one who mows the market grass three times a year at the most terrible hour will become brave, we don’t care, we don’t care, we will become braver and braver than a lion, we will get tired of the pain, the most terrible hour, everything is on the way for us, there will be trind.

but we don’t care, we don’t care, we will become braver from the importance of the lion, we will get tired at least once, the most terrible hour, all the misfortunes will come to us.

i love a song about hares, about whom, about hares, ksenya prozaytsev, this is not relevant, an island of bad luck, all covered with greenery. absolutely all, there is an island of bad luck in the ocean, there is an island of bad luck in the ocean, all covered with greenery, absolutely all, unhappy people live there, decorations, terrible on the face, kind inside, narrow on the face, kind inside, unhappy people live there, savages, what they don't do, they don't go, apparently their mother... gave birth on monday, apparently their mother gave birth on monday, that's what they

don't do, things don't go well, cries, prays to god, sparing no tears, the crocodile is not caught, the coconut is not growing, the crocodile is not being caught, is not growing coconut, they cry to god, they pray, rather than out of tears, they seem to be not idle and could live, they should take and cancel mondays, they should take and cancel mondays. it seems like they are not slackers and could live, as luck would have it, there is no calendar on the island, children's adults are wasted, children's adults are wasted, there is no calendar on the damned island on this occasion, from night to dawn , unlucky savage people cry and the poor sob and curse misfortune, which day is unknown in any year,

but you don’t have the same one, but with mother-of-pearl buttons, unfortunately, you don’t. no, yes, we will look.

“the word-loving people told me in the city of hamenno. and the lanterns with yellow eyes led us through the fog, i didn’t know how to love like that before, fiery, fiery, in my soul you carelessly woke up a bull, help me, help me,

put me in the yellow-eyed night, you see, perishes, ah, the heart perishes, the camp of love breathing in fire, the parrot threatened us mysteriously, palm, dot, and the city drank like a twist, drank and waited for news, you called me a smart girl, a sweet girl, but you couldn’t understand that you were joking, you

with a volcano of passions, help me, help me, call me on the yellow-eyed night , you see, it’s dying, ah , the heart is dying, in the fire breathing lava, love, the twilight smells like jamaican rum, blue... long, and the stone city is still drinking and waiting for news, the sunset again painted the street with colors, wondrous, but the thunderclouds circling

over the volcano of passions, help me, help me call me, on the yellow-eyed night, you see, my heart is dying, oh, my heart is dying, my paw breathing in the fire, loving. don't blame me, he came himself.

ready for an exciting adventure through the cities of belarus, on the banks of one of the cleanest rivers in europe and in the second most honored city of belarus, gomel.

important matter. the chief custodian of funds is an earthly profession, very responsible. our team is working to collect and preserve materials about the past. in the name of the future, we will introduce you to people who have found their calling, i am deputy director

republican landscape reserve nalibokske. conservation of nature is important for all of us, since we all depend on the environment, which gives us food, water, health, and quality of life. we suggest spending one day with specialists to learn all about the intricacies of their work. welcome to our palace. the item comes here for...

a fairy-tale world, an amazing land, a land of silence, where the voices of flocks of birds are heard. a rainbow world, it is dressed in flowers, a blue sky, there is a lot of beauty there, but there is no loved one, a world without a loved one, the sun without warmth, a bird without a wing, ai, without a loved one, courtyards, without peaks, a song without a soul,

a fairy-tale world, incomparable to anything. where every house is familiar from childhood, a land where everyone is happy, a world of a hundred wonders, it is sung in poems, it shines mine, there is everything for me, but there is no loved one, a world without a loved one, the sun without warmth. and without a wing, three, without a loved one,

mountains without peaks, a song without a soul. believe, without a beloved, the sun is without warmth, hidden in you, a land without a beloved, mountains without peaks, a song without a soul.

he came, this good day, he came at this bright hour, there is no one in the whole world. no, just you, just me, just the two of us, he

came, the kindest one. he came on the best day, why should we be sad now, that september will come, it’s time to wait, it has always been so in the world, so it will be in the world for you. all the flightless summer, therefore it comes next, trouble walks next to happiness, let this good day go away. let

this bright hour go away forever on earth now, only you, only me, only your mother, let the rain cry again, let the snow fall again. anyway, there are two of us in the world and love can’t be taken away from us now, that’s how it’s been in the world forever always, it will be like this in the world forever in summer.

trouble comes next to happiness. it was there in the world in you, it will always be there in the world, the world came out that the two became one destiny, and walked through the years without success.

suddenly in silence i knocked on the door, do you really believe in me and don’t believe me, snow was falling , dawn was floating, autumn was drizzling, how many years,

how many... where did i carry you, suddenly, like in a fairy tale, two came together, everything became clear to me , dark, how many for years i argued with fate, for the sake of this meeting with you, i died somewhere on the seas with... i know it was not in vain, all the world it was not in vain, it was not in vain, you came, you came true, and don’t wait for an answer, without yourself, as i lived in this world, the one who waits

will bear everything, no matter how hard life hits you. if only everything, it wasn’t all in vain, they dance. everything, suddenly, like in a fairy tale, the door was fastened together, everything became clear to me now, how many years have i been arguing with fate, for the sake of this meeting with you, i was freezing somewhere in the bonds of the sea, i know it was not in vain, everything in the world was not in vain, not in vain. there was, hey, suddenly it creaked like a fairy tale, everything became clear to me now, for so many years i argued with pleasure, for the sake of this meeting with you, i was freezing somewhere

beyond the seas, i know, it was not in vain, the whole world was not in vain, it was not in vain

, the belarusian trees were so hard, like any muggle masters, it’s easy to work with, and from this point the muggles work well. vyartayuchysya yes galoўnaga façade, we adrazu ...