it’s difficult to say exactly, since we don’t have a border, it’s difficult to fix, so the union of tory industry, our colleagues in russia and senior management give figures of about a million, a little more, we also adhere to them, however , for some positions and articles, belstat and other regulation officials confidently and quite seriously he calls the figure over 4 million, this also takes place, since an unorganized tourist from...

belarusian, that is, neighboring regions, and this is an area that should fall into some kind of tourism legislation, accordingly, certification, classification of hotels, routes, guides, rules, and this should become such a good prototype in order to harmonize our rules and working conditions of the tourism industry and in russia and belarus sooner or later come to something unified or at least understandable, which by the way serves as a very good... example for all other countries yaes, also titz is an opportunity to formalize all initiatives on cross-marketing, that is, when we work together as a single product moscow, minsk st. petersburg with third countries from uzbekistan and azerbaijan to china and india. i'm already in this service. has been working for a long time, in 2004 my husband

and i took our first girl, in 2012 we were offered a job in a family -type orphanage, this is here in dobrina, conditions should be created here that are not boarding schools, and children should know that they live in a family, i didn’t have the kind of childhood my children have now. so i told everyone, i will do everything so that my children do not need anything, i love them, i really love them, i worry, i am always on guard at the first call, at the first request, this is the meaning of my work and life in general.

but when i get back, the children come back again, yes, this is hard, my eldest daughter comes, everyone gathers at my place, and i sit, i rest, that’s it, no one lets me near the table, this is my grandfather, this is kiril, this is my grandmother, this

i, this is my mother, every day of kindergarten she brings drawings to the woman, i mainly help to participate there with some.

army, soldier, already with an award, handsome , mommy, my mommy, my mommy, yes , that’s it, that’s the meaning, i don’t know, but this is the meaning of my life, cold little girl, eyes wide, i told everyone, all my children, as long as i live, the doors are open, i am open to everyone, i am waiting for everyone. i am happy with everyone, i meet everyone, and i’ll be honest, i couldn’t have done it without the children either, ira is in the tenth grade, she’s the first assistant, i won’t even say, without ira it would be difficult for me to clean up the area, help in the garden, i like

doing hair in my free time, i want to become a hairdresser, well, titania, she is good, caring, loving, she always forgives everyone , everyone, my mother, like from... the words in the song are the kindest, best mother on earth, to me it seems that our mother, she is just like that, she is the best friend, she is the best girlfriend from whom i never hide secrets, and my mother... always supports me, my mother will always give advice, my mother is there, my mother is always there in difficult times, i love her very much , i appreciate her very much, i have always said and will say, i live the life of my children, you know, if they said, we will do this, we will do this, i always support them, here i have a daughter, zhenya , well, i started going to study. so she reached the candidate masters of sports precisely

because of kindness, they will come, they will sit down, they will climb on my shoulders, they will kiss me, they will absolve me , and god forbid that i say there, oh, something hurts, i need to flock so much that you’re hurting, what’s hurting you, but nothing hurts me, this has never happened before, but my good girl, i always told everyone in the education department: you wake me up at night, i’ll go and pick them up,

well, i can’t say, this right, that's mine, mine. everything you wanted to know about the meaning of human existence is provided for everyone god, this providence will already be fully revealed in the kingdom of heaven, and it will be even more open during the second coming of christ, when the lord will reward everyone according to their deeds. and for the religious education of children, i, as a priest, very often try to be in school. and we invite children to our events from school , including excursions and various

spiritual and moral events, exhibitions and others that take place on the territory of our temple. thus our temple is filled with children's voices, it uh is filled with new life, get comments from art critics and historians. kali chalavek with low fees and any adnosіtsa and everything that we have from god, look at the spiritual and educational projects on

the belarus 24 tv channel. a year of quality for our enterprise is, first of all , the continuation of the manufacture of our products with a high quality standard . i came here a very long time ago, about 8 years ago, i have been working in the numerical control area for only 2 years, my responsibilities include the manufacture of body rings, covers, hours, i had some small dream of making something that people use, that people will love, that i use every day. we have maintained a full production cycle

of our own movement, we produce both quartz and mechanical watches, over the past year we have sold our watches to more than 52 countries around the world, the enterprise is developing a lot over time, a watch is a high-precision device, it consists of 120 designs, that is, if one of the designs is made poorly, of course the clock will either rush or lag behind.

the resemblance of bells to gaze at the sky on the defeevsky

land of grace. the soul is filled with kindness here, i stand at the temple, barely breathing, the soul is filled with kindness here. i ’m standing at the temple, here is the fourth mother of god,

so great is our lord. saint seraphim prays to god here, with our faith, we will overcome trouble, prays to god, here is a saint. holy father, seraphim, help!

save holy russia from harm, help raise russia from its knees, do not abandon it, let its grace. the pamagi from the knees of the race will rise and may grace not leave her. with a bell

do not lack good graces on the tepefeev land. here my soul is filled, i stand at the temple. feeling the breath of your goodness here

fills with my soul at the temple, i am a flock of miracles. speaks, shows, sings and dances, good vision festival.

according to your field, we will go there to water your field. let's go with my love, let's go, standing according to your will, why is there light in the field of grace, in the field there is no one in sight. as soon as we get up, i say we go, as soon as we stand in the fields, we go, come on, only

we stand, we go by sweat, only we go with the beating of horses. i will bring glory, across the boundless, my pain, through the boundless. i look at once where the field gives birth, flooding

the will, aylyu snishna light.

bravo, on our stage, the state, academic, voronezh, russian folk choir named after.

varod birch tree, oh, sarma, fir trees. green little walls in voronezh , little girls, cheerful melodious fir-trees , green little villages, soothing in the breed, little girls, cheerful feathers.

satisfach sadizia.

little green little darling, swing the fire over me and stop, don’t swing over me. madushka , you don’t blame me, oh, i don’t matter, you don’t blame me me, but you won’t scold me, but you won’t scold me, go out into the street, princes, opyori, i’ll stand in the street, go, i’ll stand in the street, have a chat and love milk. little milk frys.

buoy, my, my, i won’t give up, god, i love you, you. i can’t wait, i remember, my dear,

i’m ready. god is difficult, god is difficult,

melting, glasski smo. eyes are watching, tears are watching. iusa, oh, glaski watches the caresses of his squad, tears.

on our stage, state, academic, omsk, russian, folk choir, we meet, spree, spree, spree, spree. i young boy, young, red shirt,

good one, he went home, squandered and squandered, squandered all his money, red shirt, young boy.

reg lost, lost, lost, he lost his house , he lost a girl, a blue handkerchief, he bought it, he ruined it, he lost his young lady, he lost his young lady whom he loved.

here, comrades, you hold me, i’m from pain to gain from the fire. where the wasps are on yera, and so salty in the wind, oh, they didn’t fall, they didn’t fall, the head and the white head, there is a discord... the split is not terrible, as usual, zagu, zagu, spree, spree,

young boy, young, red shirt, sunshine, born.

spray me under the accordion, come out into the circle quickly, don’t be sorry for the clouds!

we are girls, we won’t get lost anywhere, we left, we moved, we crossed the rivers, we landed, we trailed, our feet got hot, we turned around, didn’t say, harmony, let’s do more!

an ecuadorian has lived here for 8 years and travels through our cities and villages, there is some kind of standard, well, if it’s a professional kitchen it should always be the same, but of course there should be a standard, mine, probably not, i have too much fear, it’s normal for the first time, you felt like a prisoner, probably now the soldiers should feel, come on, okay, let’s go to the tower.

we will show you one day in the life of specialists. what is happiness? over the years , you understand that, first of all, it is fate that you have been given a chance to do something very, very useful in your life. something that will remain after you for many years, and maybe even 100 years. then all the mechanisms are working properly, which means he did his job correctly, reliably and efficiently. professions in which the best human qualities are revealed, people who proudly do more than just work,

each employee is either an employee of my workshop, or an employee of some auxiliary workshop, or is the person who sits at the control panel on the brush, this is, in principle, a small particle from which a link is put together, i would say a ball that says goodbye around the clock, 24 hours a day. here we are creating a new biotechnological industry in our country. watch the project for one day on our tv channel. dear friends, on our stage is the winner of international all-russian competitions,

the russian north song and dance ensemble, vologda lace. a thread, beating, beating, thin, like a fast river, like a song, smoskaya, bathed the patches, lace the chimes, there is no more beautiful city than our native vologda.

like a swan floating on the oder , my little boy, little lace kings, all my friends are going to a party, and i’m a balalaika, now my little friend, wooden little cats. sings, sings, sings, the bulkhead, gives the checks no rest!

what a beautiful maiden, jack of all trades, master of all trades, volagda volak da, russian beauty, prosperity. and happiness to our dear guests. wishes bolodna, bolodna, russian beauty. volanta, volanta, penera

earth. dear friends, our festival is expanding more and more; new friends and guests are coming to our concert. this year the dobrokation welcomes guests from india, welcome!

our guests from india, the sai arts international team. dear friends, all participants and guests of dobrovision are welcomed by the music brand of veliky novgorod, honored and people's artists of the republic of crimea, folk song ensemble, soroka. a guy walks on a sakat near my house,

blinks his eyes at me, and won’t say anything, who knows why he’s blinking, why he’s blinking, who knows how i’ll come for a walk. he’s not the one dancing, singing, let’s say goodbye to kalipki , he’ll turn away and inhale, who knows why he’s dying, why he’s dying, who knows, i asked what’s not fun, not... makes life happy, he’s lost, he answers his poor heart, who knows him, why is he losing, why is he losing,

who knows, yesterday he sent two mysterious letters by mail, in each line, just a point, they say, guess for yourself, who recognizes it, what is it hinting at, what? blinks, who knows, i didn’t bother to unravel it, don’t hope and don’t wait, just my heart, for some reason it was melting sweetly in my chest, who knows, why is it blinking, why? why does he blink, who knows, who knows, why does he blink, why does he blink, who knows,

folk song soroka, veliky novgorod. everyone probably remembers, especially our older generation, who were brought up on songs. moscow, beijing. for many decades, our national cultures have gone side by side. and today at our dobrovision festival, we are pleased to welcome guests from china. a song that has special significance in the history of chinese music, listening to it, beautiful landscapes of nature appear before your eyes, such as the patala palace, snowy plateau mountains, etc. lakes on the plateau, blue sky and

white clouds, let's welcome our dear guests, chenzi zhan, applause, friends .

-我用求的夢道說還有 在被德。还是。 我 刚 见 。 一 座 多 山 。 你 做 多 。

we thank our wonderful guests, the cheinians zhan, the applause and the rus dance ensemble, the delvi art center. they know everything about their small homeland and generously share this knowledge with the viewer. the first mention of the village of makhro dates back to the year 15. not far from the village there is

the dneprobuvsky canal, that is, an advantageous economic and geographical location. raman "people in the swamp - this is also about zhakhovichi." zhakh, zhakh - this is horror in belarus. happy childhood and youth, calm and measured life, they have what many strive for. when we were young, we rode motorcycles with the neighborhood kids and explored local attractions, forest paths, it got hot, we didn’t start working in magata, we came here, shopped, this is a place where you can recharge.

so move on, communicate with each other, and of course, discover something new for yourself, watch the science project nearby, on our tv channel, the sound of melody, accordions, chords, acquaintances, relatives is heard less and less often, we are a little tired of strangers’ songs , and the heart asks for tunes our own, the accordion will give us joy and sadness , tell us about our fate, about a difficult fate, and if

the path becomes difficult, the accordion will help both me and you, the melody flows like rain on the palm, you will hear the sounds and the heart will freeze, let's together, under sounds, accordions, we will sing our favorite songs with friends, we are especially pleased to introduce our constant, loyal friends to the festivals with your applause, we welcome the program “play the accordion” by anastasia zakhar zaovolokina, applause! hello, dear friends, hello, good vision! good evening, st. petersburg, with deep respect and respect, your play and garma. vivat, st. petersburg, vivat, good vision! oops!

you will see, life will settle down, evil will melt somewhere in the darkness, in the darkness, it will be joyful, as the sun will cover in every city and village, the craving for one’s blood will flare up with the light of love , everything will be, of course, in a new way. and everything is a little wrong, not right, but time

won’t stop, it won’t bring back the beauty, the former, but it will split, the howl will end up with songs like a can. damn, but people will remain kings and sholoshe, heart to heart they will rise, like a accustomed soul, to soul, soul, come on, come on, come on, come on,

you will see life will settle down, evil will melt somewhere for you where oh you will. if at least one in the church prays in every city, issel, issel, issel, so!

bullets fly in war, bullets are carried by the wind, leningrad, stalingrad, the battle is remembered by the whole country, how much crumbs were spilled, how much crumbs were spilled, in our hearts is that war. jump, father of the horse, disappear, my family,

i’m going to nowhere, into the line of fire, let’s not forget a glorious feat of our great-grandfathers and the title question sounds, are you ready for me today, hey, hey! really kulyatura, i’ll be hardened, bullet to the left, bullet to the right, bullet to the left, bullet to the right, do the bullet, give it to the nazis.

oh, hello, my garden, hello , beloved ones, they will return to us in advice, dear warriors will return to us with victory, dear warriors, we will win, hey, hey,

all hands up, well, have fun, wind white nights, peter, bright days, than we... nights, shorter, the more long-awaited they are, peter, goodbye again, peter, my boat, i’ll ride across the sky i, ah, hold me, i’m walking with a light gait, it’s all

for me. friends, maybe i’ll find happiness here, i don’t give a damn, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, i, i, also, friends,

and the solemn choir, peter, white nights, la-la-la-la, peter, bright days, la-la-la-la, the shorter these nights are, the more long-awaited they are, we walk with an easy gait, we like everything, friends, and maybe happiness.

thank you, thank you, stage honored artist of russia, valery semin, good evening! friends, we walk with the harmonica together, in the rains, in the cold, the family of folk songs will not dry up never, you have become loved by many, the sound of harmony is dear to the heart, gennady zavolokin blessed us on a good journey. good behavior,

they say harmony is in fashion, it is outdated and small, but harmony lives among the people, as in the old days, it grows younger year by year, but how can i love it? after all, the accordion is the soul of the people, well, the soul cannot be killed , the beloved accordion gives us strength, it will help us in joy and sorrow, as long as in russia at least one hormone sings to overcome us, no one can, as long as in russia, at least one accordion sings to

overcome us , no one can, i'm going again tour, the village awaits, my friend and i have harmony, it worked in this life, my great-grandfather was an accordion player. grandfather played, played, father , i believe the accordion will glorify, and my son younes , the beloved harmony gives us strength, it will help us in joy and sorrow, while in russia, at least one accordion sings sorolest, no one can, until in russia, even if one accordion sings, no one can defeat us.

our beloved accordion gives us strength, it will help us in joy and sorrow, while in russia at least one accordion is fighting to defeat us, no one can, as long as in russia at least one accordion sings defeat us. dashitsa!

varyavarenka, not big, not small, with a kind heart, affectionate, hard-working, and you put on the little one, old ones! valenki , go to the edge of the village, meet me , winter, the siberian winter has come to our city of navik, novosibirs has lit the lights, there are lanterns on the avenues, the blush is burning on the cheeks, the posture is racing on horseback, and two tears are on the cheeks, on the boiled cheeks.

oh, varya, varya, little one, beaching in old felt boots, worried about the clean clothes, don’t stop yourself, the zavalokin brothers, those who are gene sashenny, tearing your heart with suffering, looking at... winter the siberian winter has come to our city of nabi novosibirs, the lights on the avenues are lit, the lanterns are burning, the blush on the cheeks of the asana is racing horses and two tears on the cheeks, welded cheeks, oh varya, varya-felt boots, let me send you felt boots. yagi is not sasha, don’t cry, my heart is not ry, everyone is not their brother, even they are not sva, but we have one

love, land in siberia, you, land, siberian land, i leave you behind, with you in grief i’ll add more, i’ll share the joy with you, i won’t sleep or a day without you. you are life, happiness for me, my love, my siberia, winter, siberian winter has come to our city of nabi, novosibirs has lit the oveni, on the avenues the lanterns are burning , there is a blush on the shields, bearing horses, and two tears on the shields, welded cheeks.

we meet folru rus' transbaikal region. and they didn’t fight, in need and in trouble, but they kept the faith, in hard labor, they lived, they fought, pain for sadness, they buried their conscience, how sorry i am, where are you alone? accordion, where are your

dark eyes, there is a fire burning on the shore, a tear is also rolling down from life, where are you lonely accordion, where are your dark eyes, there is a fire burning on the shore, just like life is rolling down a tear. they lived without grieving, a quarter on the table, the crows were friends, on their native land, they lived in frosty, frozen fields, and who was buried, remember the ambassadors, where are you alone? high

accordion, where are your dark eyes, there is a fire burning on the shore, just like life there is a tear, where are you lonely accordion, where are your dark eyes, there is a fire burning on the shore, just like life a tear is rolling.

you are a lonely accordion, where are your dark eyes, there is a fire burning on the shore, just like a tear of life is rolling, where are you a lonely accordion, where are your dark eyes, there is a fire on the shore fire, just like life a tear rolls. folk group russia transbaikal region, folk music ensemble vataga. lyuba!

a cossack stood on the mountain, he prayed to god, for freedom, for the people, bowed low, oh , oh, you, oh, don’t be afraid of me, i... won’t touch you, don’t worry, oh, oh, don’t be afraid of me , i won’t touch you , don’t worry, and the cossack also asked, the truth is for the people, there will be truth on earth, there will be freedom, be afraid, be afraid, don’t be afraid of me, i won’t touch you, don’t worry.

don't be afraid of me, i won't touch you, and you won't worry that wives wait, and fathers and children, those who are looking for the truth. whoever is in the dark, be afraid, you be afraid, don’t be afraid of me, i won’t touch you, don’t worry, be afraid, you be afraid, don’t be afraid of me, i won’t touch you, and

don’t worry, hey, come on!

"oh, you, oh, don't be afraid of me , i won't touch you, don't worry, a cossack stood on the mountain, he prayed to god, for freedom, for the people, he bowed briefly, be afraid, you're afraid, don't be afraid of me, i i won’t touch you, don’t worry, oh, get drunk, you me..." don’t be afraid, i won’t touch you, don’t worry, folk ensemble music vataga, georgian dance ensemble

sikharulimi, janoli bertoliani and the most dancing hall of the festival dobrovision, talk about the starry night, about birches, about bassines, talk about whatever you want, as long as only about russia, talk to me about the lands, about forest paths, narrow .