tea, on the contrary, it spurs our heroine and helps her move on. may everything work out for this family.

private alleys, somewhere in old courtyards, our songs live, the laughter of friends, and guitars, quiet sounds, those sleepless nights, i won’t go back, we were young. distant constellations shone brightly for us, distant constellations, they, we were young, dreamed, loved, a familiar tune fades away along, a song began to sing. after all, we

cut them out of the bark and sent them flying into the distance on the spring water, how can we find out where they are, maybe they ended up in the sea , maybe they’re floating somewhere, where are they now? hands, guys, oh, we...

songs live like birds and the wind, songs of old yards, they cannot be taken away from us, young, how we scattered around the world, and do not sleep until dawn, they are sad about something, we are young there were, we had a bright light, distant constellations, and light constellations of fire, yes, yes, yes, we were young, we dreamed, we loved, my familiar mother fades away in the distance, these words are with me.

a familiar motif begins to fade away in the distance, one more time, the whole hall, a familiar tune fades away in the distance, thank you very much, the next song was written as a gift to me by those closest to me friend: the person with whom we have been together for 35 years, this is our popular belarusian composer oleg eliseenkov, to the verses of the belarusian poet alexander zotov, this new song is called exactly the same as my thirteenth record, young boys, and your support minsk, that ... as if

i was sad, i took the guitar off the wall , the key was different, i picked three chords, my thoughts again... dragged you to my dear family’s house , my dear yard, to the little place where our songs sounded at one o’clock at night, young boys, one guitar for three with too much blow, the songs of summer are great, in bell-bottoms, angry pants, t-shirts of the label and superstars, songs of that guitar, that summer, that spring, we broke up, we shaved, we remember less, we sleep more soundly, we write

letters in e-mail, we call once every three years, what happened, it happened, we’re sorry about something sin, you taught us life. that gazebo in that yard was beating, support, young boys , one guitar for three, strumming, songs of summer and spring, klezhin solbya trousers, t-shirts of slaybay, superstars, onnya songs, that guitar, the taste of summer, that spring, and you.. .what happened, happened, sorry, oh

it’s a sin, you taught us about life, that gazebo in that yard, young boys, one guitar for three, with too many blows, songs of summer and spring, bald women’s pants, t-shirts with a bandage , superstars, remember the songs of that guitar, young boys, on three, one guitar, strumming, songs of summer. and in the spring we bald our dirty pants, slab t-shirts and superstars remember the songs of that guitar, that summer, that sons, everything,

yes, the show is a sensation. thank you guys, thank you very much, student of raymond vals, latvian composer gaitisla, belarusian poetess diana balyka, don’t be sad, don’t words, when so, there is a lot of heart, when the earth is from our eyes. sings, and you and i are two faithful ones, all asking for the tops to sleep, on the contrary, there is no need for words when there is so much sound, the silence and

stillness of the day have no distances, loving... whose hands always save me from the fire. one, two, three, don’t be sad, don’t be sad, you know, everything will pass, but love, and love, our heart sings to us, don’t be sad, don’t be sad, just don’t be sad. call me with you, there is no need for words or unnecessary revelations, i don’t want to utter an empty lie, and

i won’t lie that there were no doubts, but i don’t admit tears or to... knife, don't be sad, don't be sad, you know, everything will pass, but love, and love, our heart sings to us. don't be sad, don't be sad, just don't be sad, with yourself, call me, guitar, oh, raise your hands, guys!

no words are needed, but i really need them, say, say, say, say, i love you, with the autumn rains, falling leaves, i give you tenderness. your goal, don’t be sad, don’t be sad, you know , everything will pass, but love, and love, our heart sings to us , don’t be sad, don’t be sad, just don’t be sad , follow you, call me, your word, no, no sadness. you know, everything will pass, oh love, oh

love, our heart sings to us, don’t be sad, don’t be sad, just don’t be sad, follow you, call me, that’s it. thank you very much, friends, with a song, a song, a song with a very cool and chic, in my opinion, title, it’s not autumn yet, but i need your support, and the left half, the hall, the right side, the color, and above, friends,

i’m almost i crossed my field, getting punched in the teeth many times, but whatever i want, listen, let me land on my native shores, how many times have i said goodbye to my loved ones, you pour it, i ’ll tell you otherwise. how many times to punish or pardon, i answered them all, i’ll see, it’s not autumn yet, but it’s not summer anymore, how much i’ve seen, how little light, who can tell me, who can tell me where my house is, is it on this bank or on that one? he let go of my sins in pursuit, who cursed me in the back, saw off his light boat,

sprinkled at another fire, oh, and it was a moonlit night, and the landowners for bread and salt, ek fate you are my six-string, but maybe i went further, still it’s not autumn, but it’s no longer summer, how much i’ve seen... how little light, who can tell me, who can tell me where my house is, it’s on on this bank or on that one, higher up, belarusians, it’s not autumn yet, but it’s no longer summer, how much i’ve seen, how little light, who can tell me, who? he will tell me where my home is, is it on this bank

or on that bank, with me, friends, very... and the words, the whole hall, it’s not autumn yet, but it’s no longer summer, how much i’ve seen, how little... . light, who will tell me, who will tell me where my house is, is it on this bank or on that one, support, it’s not autumn yet, go, but it’s not summer anymore, how much i’ve seen

, how little light, who will tell me, who will tell me tell me where is my house? he's on this shore, he's on this bank, he is on this bank or on that one, but was born in the moscow region, 13 years old in kazakhstan, at the age of 20 he returned home to...

thank you, friends, well, we continue our big festive concert, so, the new first premiere is called it is very simple: we are alive and your support, oh, minsk, i don’t understand, we are alive, first row, huh? spreads its wing in a crane's flight , a strong belarusian bird, the skies are lucky, the wind carries glory, strings of relatives' planes,

we are alive on the rise... the rise is easy , bazels remain in the sky, we are alive, the rise is easy, in the left basels remain, from country to country , above the water with sand, where tombs are on the map, we are sick in the clouds... we live in height, crumpling is the sky of a bird, alive we are easy to rise, basels remain in the sky, we are alive we are light on the rise, there are basilicas in the sky

, my eyes are chasing the dream, studying the stripes of routes, vasilkov turquoise, the color of luck is with you, it’s powerful, and it’s so cool, we are alive on the rise, light, we are alive on the rise, there are cornflowers in the sky, we are alive on the rise light, fables remain in the sky, all zak, we are alive, easy to rise, in the sky patels remain, we are alive, the rise is easy for us,

poses remain in the sky. that’s how belarus lived, will always live, that’s it, thank you very much. another premiere, oleg eliseenkov on the poems of retired lieutenant general ivan yurkin. and your palms, and support the premiere of the song, the wolves,

the leaves of the calendar, like the heights of life, the days of the week pass. months, years, but for the universe it ’s only a moment, we expect that tomorrow will be better than yesterday, the calendars sparkle, they fly, circling like birds, time is... in the sky, calendar sheets, you are not life

hurry up, while my love sparkles like a star, the calendar sheets excite the heart, we live by them, we dream, we tremble in love, let the milky way shine in the rays of hope, as in my life, colored, the calendar sheet, all the calendar sheets, fly whirling. birds, time floats in the skies in leafy calendars, you

don’t rush life, until my love, superb like a star, let the shoulder path shine in rays of hope, like in life my colored calendar sheet, calendar sheets. they fly, circling like birds, time floats away, into the heavens, calendar leaves,

don’t rush life, while my love is circling like a star, one more time, calendar pages. you don’t echo life while my love sparkles like a star, that’s it, like this, like this, like this, bravo! the impossible will become possible, and your support. they said it

was a pandemic, no one would come, but the full hall, ah beard, higher, higher, friends, confused us. a voice from the sea, the wind, i squeezed your hands in mine , the red sunset crowned us that evening, in the blue of your eyes it sounded, my verse, be in each of me in what will be, happiness and if suddenly cold, in the holidays of meetings, partings, everyday life, be mine , be with me all my life, forever, we all step on... then

carefully, the impossible will become possible, opening up other worlds, even if i have the rules of the game, we will go through this difficult level, life is like roulette, then something is missing , god helps the faithful along the way, time heals the wounds of love , you and i light candles, a little light, the sea wind breathed coolness, the dawn shed beyond the horizon, trembling, breathing and tenderness of the gaze, in parting, i ask you,

gave it to me. ..we enter the field carefully, the impossible will become possible by opening up other worlds, even if there are no rules of the game, we will pass this difficult level, higher, opening other worlds, even if we do not pass the rules of the game. this level is difficult, together with me, very easy words, beza, we are entering on the fly, carefully, it is impossible and will become possible, opening other worlds, even if the wrong one.

games, we will pass, this level is difficult, opening other worlds, even if there are no rules of the game, we will pass this difficult level, like this, we will pass this difficult level, that's it! belarus is my favorite and your support is so much many songs have already been said, this is from you, my homeland, my land, dear, wherever you

are. well, with soul and heart, belarus, my dear, i am always with you, no matter where i am, but with soul and heart, belarus, my dear, always, i am with you, let's go, belarus, my favorite pain. i will never exchange the whiteness of the blue lake, belarus, my beauty, you will always be there, i always like it, here is my home, here is my homeland, yes, here i met my love,

here i was born. children, i have always been devoted to you, i am proud, because nowhere is it more beautiful corner, light, epaulets, mine was given to me, belarus, because nowhere else is it more beautiful in the world. juice you give me my belarus support belarus my beloved field forest blue lakes i will never exchange belarus my beauty you will always be i like it

here mine. tom, here is my homeland, together, belarus, my beloved climbed, climbed. you , no, no, i will never exchange, belarus, my beauty, you will be, i always like it, here is my home, here is my homeland, once again, all for, belarus, my beauty, you will be, i always like it, here... my home, here is my homeland, that’s it,

thank you very much, thank you, friends, thank you, minsk, guests of the capital, thank you. we will show modern belarus from an unusual angle. i also see that belarus has a huge advantage for those who, for example, work. may you be 40 years old, 50 years old. for example, i have friends who just go to an amateur hockey club. the level of education in belarus is much higher. the system itself is so advanced compared to the states, i can't even explain it. belarus has become for me some kind of piece in life, without which i can’t even live anymore, every time i want to come back here again, we will provide the opportunity to see what is invisible to the eyes of local residents, the metro here is very beautiful, especially the green

line, which is currently under construction, in general it’s a beauty, compared to nyuk, you don’t have to walk through it, like a city, it’s a second home to me. belarusians for me... are very open-hearted, very friendly and very responsive people who are always ready to help, see the project glance at belarus on the tv channel belarus 24. like this, a sea of ​​events, life

gives us, the days fly by, inexorably, we all wish, good luck to... good, we all dream of a happy share, we all wish good luck, good, we all dream of happy share, in love, in love, people always live in love. in love, your life will be brighter, love, love, keep in your hearts, give, take care,

love, love, it’s stupid to get angry over little things. to be offended, to quarrel with the world, everyone smile, my advice to you, friends, remain for everyone, you are a guide, smile to everyone, my advice to you, friends, remain for everyone, a guideline , in love, in love, always live, people, in love, in love, your life will be brighter, love,

love, keep in your hearts, give, take care, love, love, love, in love, always live, people, in love, in love, your life will be brighter. love , love, keep in your hearts, give, take care , love, love, give, take care, love, love, everything, thank you, the freshest, newest

song, oleg eliseenkov to the verses of a new belarusian poet from the city of molodechna, mikhail polovchenya, this is called a song dear ones, and your support, minsk city, like that , hands and ears, show me the hall, huh? higher, higher, friends, flashing in the window, reflections of machine lights, i’m driving home at sunset of the working day, it’s light, my soul is waiting. i, when people dear

to me hug me when they meet, yes, in anticipation of me , my relatives take care of our home comfort, i love my children more than life, and i love my wife more than life, knowing that my relatives are waiting for me, i will silently pray for them, let the saints keep their words while i am gone. when i return, let them keep the words of the saints while i am away, when i’ll come back, and life directs me onto steep roads, and i climb up these roads, but the main thing is that my family is waiting for me and they believe in me, and i, too... may i not put them all together in their expectations of me relatives

take care of our home, sail more than life , i love my children and i love my wife more than life, knowing that my relatives are waiting for me, i will pray for you for them , let them keep their words of saints, while i am away, when i return, let them keep their words of saints. and comfort, more than life, i love children, and

i love my wife more than life, knowing that they are waiting for me relatives, i’ll silently pray for them, let them keep their holy words until i’m gone when i return, let them keep their holy words until i’m gone when i return, that’s it... that’s it, thank you, friends, sons.

don’t divide me into parts, give me honor as a reward, for me it was the highest happiness, i wore a kolakhanka to every animal. in the arms of your souls he took any barriers jokingly, so that on the small island of sushi your child would smile, so many feelings. tender words son, with him i hug the whole world, i was even able to when i ascend to the papa at the temple, like a prayer dad’s secret sounds when i go up to

the porch at the door, like a prayer sounds. new dad, he would sing songs to the joy of his father, he would turn to his mother with a prayer, mom, go out to your native porch, how glad i am, to meet you again, we will sit at the table by the window, i will tell you about my sons, she will smile back at me , my son, repeating into my heart how many feelings there are in a gentle word, son, the whole world is with him, i am fire, i was even able to, when i ascend at the temple to the papa, as a prayer sounds like a secret papa,

when i ascend at the temple to the verge, as the prayer sounds intimate. “dad , don’t divide me into parts, save my honor as a reward, for me it was the highest happiness, dare everyone, i carried your soul in my arms, took on any barriers, scary, so that on a small island of land your child would smile, how many feelings in a gentle word, son. with him i was even able to embrace the whole world, when i go down to the temple for vavert, the sacred bapa sounds like a prayer, when i rise in the morning to

the vaper, like a sacred prayer sounds, bapa. guys, take care of your children, i wanted to complete this block, dear friends would be a song, a new version of a song that i recorded about 30 years ago, oleg eliseenkov, based on poems by nikolai.

for 30 years, for 30 years, you had to be born late in your eyes, i see the light that i dreamed of falling in love with, i joke about something not in dads, and like a child i freeze, looking into your eyes, i’m glad. sometimes not understanding ourselves, not an early lie, not an early lie, but you and i are thrilled with happiness, an unequal marriage is a trifle, we will be able to preserve love, not an early marriage, not

an early marriage, but you and i are thrilled with happiness, what an unequal marriage let it be. so we save we can love, for 30 years, for 30 years, i have become sweeter and younger from a bouquet of nine flowers, i give you, you have become stricter, and let the little one burn with fire, i don’t accept its thorns, we feel good. i can forgive a fight together for all sins , an unwounded marriage, an unwounded marriage, but you and i... we are overjoyed with happiness, not a happy marriage, what a trifle, not to preserve love, we will manage, not

a wounded enemy, not a wounded enemy, but you and i we are overjoyed with happiness, an unequal marriage is nothing, we will be able to preserve love, where are you? even higher, guys, remember the guy with long hair with with a ribbon on his head, and so this is him, minsk, i love you, above, not an early marriage, not an early one. yes, but you and i are overjoyed with happiness, it’s not an early marriage, what a trifle, we will be able to keep

love, not a wounded enemy, not a wounded enemy, but you and i are overjoyed with happiness, not a happy brother, what a trifle, we will be able to keep love, show -ballet sensation city vitemsk! music by the popular belarusian composer leonid shirin to poems by the belarusian poetess olga ryzhikova. forever young! yes, and your little palms, support the hall, it will start soon, i promise, but

golden days, save your heart, fate still has big plans for the two of us, with a glance at the question. together seriously, you, only you, became the main one in my soul, knocked on our door, love, then, became the most tender dream, minus more in the monitors, you are forever young with me, beauty, first row, right? i’m with you forever young, i’ll soon go to you, if you want, wise beautiful dear, she says what she wants,

yes, i’m with you forever young, so i’m going, yes , if only i’d be close, support me, only love in the way that i left an hour ago , again to dream of meeting once and for all, but only yes , to hug you tighter day and night , holy love knocked on our door, we do it like this, it has become the sweetest dream, the chair will support you. you are with me forever young, hands, i am with you forever young, but how can i

get out of here, and wise, beautiful dear, higher, higher, friends, i am with you forever young, hand, come on, support me, forever young, like a hairstyle , wise, beautiful, dear, i... am forever young with you,

i am forever young with you, that’s it, like this, like this, like this, applause, the bravest girls, come into the hall, please,

wheels, pedals, saddle and steering wheel. more than 100 tons of the fruit are used in the famous annual spanish culinary festival on the last wednesday of august. the ancient greek goddess of justice fimid is always depicted the same way, she is with scales in one hand, and a sword in her other hand, name the third distinctive feature of this goddess, and unexpected answers to them ball, ball, i accept the answer, ball, how she holds the ball, this is not shiva, which has many hands, unfortunately,

to determine the future of the country for a decade, this is year of people, which in many ways will be truly popular elections. belarus is a beacon; for me it has a more mature, wiser tradition, a larger civilizational reserve of wisdom. there must be a clear picture of the world, so that there are no illusions, promises, promises from very cunning politicians or figures. especially the western ones could not cloud the reality of the project objectively, do not miss new episodes on the belarus 24 tv channel,

thank you, belarusian music. businessman evgeny ksenievich to poems by a moscow poet petro vegina, the song for which my second video clip was filmed back in october 1995, this song is called “swan ice”.

it’s impossible to live unsociablely, but it pulls out of the sleepy shackles levedina’s ice, levedina’s ice, levedina’s cry, my god, my god, irresistible, you’ll suddenly fall apart, city dweller, jeans. having splashed the red clay, lord, what did the ice do to you, swans, ice swans, the cry of the swan, my god, my god, indispensable.

looking into the sky that you trusted them, holy prayerfully and hastily, hair hiding your face, you whispered, the name of your beloved, ice, levedin, scream the levedins, my god, my god, are irresistible,

the air will remain white for a long time, a flock of silver pilgrims, it’s impossible to comprehend with reason, the ice is inexplicable. levedzins, you are levedzins, my god, my god, we didn’t let go, we loved the swans, the cry of the swan, my god, my god, the unadalims, yes!

music by the young belarusian handsome composer evgeniy oleynikov to the poems of a new belarusian poetess anna syluk, it is called very simply: how much is needed? and your little hands, and also your friends! above, my neighbors told me yesterday, minus, add, this incident happened on sunday, a stranger

right at the market, he gave people happiness just like that, the whole world stood in line. some carried a basket, some carried sacks, and then ran through the apartments, carrying the burden of happiness to the races, but how much was given, and just a little, so that the table would be set, and the wife would smile, the sons would respect. the grandchildren loved my daughters to follow me for advice, the right side, the left

half, sorted out happiness in 3 minutes, thinking that they had stocked up for future use. when people returned home, they each looked into their bags, they were angry that hour, in vain i had to drag a heavy load, there was a white piece of paper lying there, happiness in life must be earned. belarus, but how much is needed, but just a little so that the table is set, and the wife is happy, the sons respect, the grandchildren

love, so that the daughters come to me for advice. oh, but how much does it take, but just a little , so that the table is set, the silence fades , the sons are respected, and the boys love, so that the daughters come to me for advice, the sons respect , the boys love, so that the teachers come to me.

but now the hour has come, the minute when all the cities of our beautiful homeland of white russia are waiting, i will sing for you my super-golden hits, those golden hits that i recorded over 35 years of work on the professional stage, sometimes i don’t believe it myself, music by eduard semenovich honka, lyrics by the ukrainian poet leonid tataria. a song in russian

that the belarusian singer sasha soladukha has been singing for 30 years, hello, someone else's, absolutely true, dear, but this song deserves separate applause, like this, someone else's dear, what was mine, what about me? where to love you, voice more, until the very last days, it’s a pity that we couldn’t, didn’t save ourselves with you, forget everything with love that costs us in life, you’re right, and a tear won’t help , i want to kiss your daughter

, let's try our eyes together and a tear won't help, i want to kiss your daughter's eyes, and now guys, let's do everything like this oh, hello someone else's dear, the joy of my dreams, i have loved you more than once yes... from the very last days with pain autumn is all about friendship, that autumn, maybe we’ll have to talk about it turn yellow in the spring together, and a tear will help me, i want to kiss you, dots your eyes, i can’t hear you, about... and a tear won’t help

, i want to kiss the bumps, yours, eyes , hands, this is a truly unique song, how many i’ve been singing for years, the reaction is the same everywhere, i think that i’ll sing it until the end of my days, and i’ll live for 99 years. one way or another, get ready, we will sing loudly and loudly for the whole of belarus, styopa, we are filming music, the combined choir of minsk, come on, i want to kiss styopa, your daughter’s eyes, louder, you can come on, let's kiss stepan. i want to

kiss your daughter's eyes i want to kiss your daughter's eyes my daughter will want to kiss my daughter's eyes hello someone else's dear hello someone else's darling hello someone else 's dear hello someone else's dear hello someone else's dear hello someone else's! i’m sweet, hello, dear, dear, thank you very much, another super-megahit in my opinion, which she gave

to me, thank you very much, and the star of ukraine, irina bilyk, we will be together, your support, friends, look at me, i’m showing , how this is done, attention, higher, the night launches the lunar disk into the sky, touches the starry heights, fluttering eyelashes, a drop of tears cannot warm a dream, i catch your desires on the fly, we will... i know everything , there are no such people like you, like me they don’t lose, we’ll be together, i know, we’ll be together, i know,

there’s no one like you, like me they don’t lose, we’ll be together, i know, go! and also, also, guys, like this, above, a drop of rain will wash away our burden, you are not with me today, well, let the morning call steal the dawn, we have you and me ahead hundreds of years. we will be together, i know, there are no people like you, people like me are not lost , we will be together, i know, we will be together, i

know, there are no people like you, people like me are not lost, we will be together, i i know, where are you? i can’t hear you, but he’s still talking? imagine that dynamo minsk scored a goal against the moscow spandak, we will be together, i know, there are no people like you, i don’t lose people like you, we will be together, i know. we, we will be together, i know there are no people like you, i don’t lose people like you, we will be together, i know we will be together, i know people like you,

it doesn’t happen, i don’t lose people like that, we will be together, we will be together, friends, for a solo concert in 2029 at the dynamo minsk stadium, will you come? i'll celebrate 7-0. 7:0, 7:00, 7:00, after 7 years, but no one gives, thank you very much, thank you. beauty for the flowers , thank you, to complete our, in my opinion, mega -grand solo concert, i would like songs by evgeniy oleynik, with his beautiful poems, charming spouses , athletes, komsomol members, singers, doctors,

doctors, poets, yulia vykova, i love you , belarusians, and your little hands are a light in the hall denis. here they are, soldiers of the red army and navy! it will overlook the bug to the mighty dnieper. get up guys! from belovezhskaya pushcha to the forest lakes of broslavsky! great! old people argue about life, the essence of creation! about! guys fall in love with our beautiful girls, i love you, belarusians, that’s what i’m calling. reads in my heart, i love you, belarusians, let your

love warm you up, look at each other, we are all connected by a feeling of one, i love you, belarusians, and i believe that this is mutual, no matter where you come to the town or. village, and sanka, the tables are covered, the bell is pouring, the song is all around, antoshka, my soul becomes comfortably warm, from our kindness, from caring for each other, i love you, belarusians, this is what sounds in mine. heart, i love you, belarusians, let

your love warm up, look at each other, we are all connected by a single feeling, i love you, belarusians, and i believe that it is mutual, hands, yes, hello, glorious city, long live our homeland, the republic of belarus, long live the son of the belarusian land, sasha sovadukha, together with me, the whole country, hands up, you, belarusians, i i love you, belarusians. this is what sounds in my heart, i love you, belarusians, let your

love warm up, look at each other, we are all connected by a feeling of one, i love you, belarusians, and i believe that this is mutual, i love you, belarusians . and i believe it's mutual. we follow the sporting life of our country. shakhtar reached the top division of the russian basketball championship 3:3. in the second stage, which took place in arkhangelsk, in tandem with the candidate of belarus.

the right to live only for ourselves, we must look beyond the horizon, we have another home

no and there won't be. african countries, as well as the arab world, latin america and asia. why are they ready and willing to work with belarus? because the leaders of these countries have deep respect not only for belarus as a country, but also personal respect for alexander lukashenko. belarus forced nato to hear itself as an instrument that is very clear to this north atlantic.

as if you were holding a book in your hands, clutching one piece after another, sipping on the skin words, the greatest creativity comes from all of us, the most valuable and useful ones are these books. u in the books there are a lot of thoughtless minutes, reports and expressive chatter of people, everything that the chalavets have created, hogged on old books, bytstsam enchantment. read the chalavek

perazhyvae stagodzi. reading is closer to the heat. we appreciate the past for our present. belarus 24. today they remember the beginning of their creative journey with laughter, because at first they had to turn to builders for advice. to the installers, the man who worked, in my opinion, on the floors, he did, well, that’s it, of course, he said everything as it is, as you spare no information, three shovels of sand, one shovel of cement , yes, this is a golden recipe, it took time to understand that construction concrete is different from architectural concrete, just as it took patience to get the material of the required quality through trial and error,

concrete is the art of seeing beauty in the imperfect world, today they closely follow global trends in architecture and design, try new techniques, constantly experiment, all in order to destroy one of the most common stereotypes of the belarusian consumer. if they do belarusian masters, then this is either some kind of collective farm, right?