lidziya karmalskaya and the ensemble "pesnyary". sennya on the stage of aryginal. the genre is not a big deal, it’s time to process them from the performance stage, and we are also learning about these intricate and talented practical scenes, which are our easy experience the sacred saints, calling out their indescribable emotions , joys, captivity, problems and creation, created new blessings for those who were looking for them. the names of these...

winters, the green leaf on the niva of cyagnets and the sun burned, as if the leather had bread on steel. our dachshund team don't forget, we're always in the same mood with our talented fellow countrymen, even if we're in captivity in hell . today we are embarking on a folklore expedition for number 591. there are things that happened many times in advance in the past days of the country. little boys, the dormouse has become more cheerful, brighter, and hotter, so let's go, little boys, to the jumping rope. snu smell,

voran kracha, sirakocha, voran kracha, syrakhocha, raven kracha, cheese wants, dzeuka crying, want to get married, not by wild will, go to the field. not bushy please go to the field, don’t cry, dzeuka, get married, don’t cry, dzeuka, get married, don’t cry, dzeuka, get married, let the married people

get rich, get married. avolu lay down, raven kracha, cheese, z'eўsha, dzeuka, crying son of mesha, and all the snow we are destroying at the side of the viciebsk region, we travel 266 kilometers, we jump into the garden, change here tsudoina falk lorna kalekty's glaina's goodness is clear to all of us, we will save all the charms of this dzei. and at the same time i will dispel the facts and myths of the pastor, and now i ask the studio to take notes, there the process of performing folk songs, the hibernating actress yana hadanovich lapanitsyna and the sound performer genadz sarakvash, is already unfolding. yana genats,

i love you. aksana, hello, i gladly welcome you, friends. today we tried a song from the viasna rite. i am sure that our joint work with an actress with wonderful vocal abilities will not leave you indifferent. yana, greetings, good afternoon, did you listen to the original version, how much did you like it, no, of course, i really liked it, and i was very excited, i it seems that this song conveys exactly the whole mood, this is the guka of the nevesny, i would say so. yana hadanovich. theater and film actress, theater and film actress, graduated from the belarusian academy of pedagogical university named after maxima tank, laureate of international theater festivals and competition. oh, we’ll go out onto

the hill, let the tow of god, let’s grow the harrow, let out the race, let’s close the winter, a whole lake. sustrakatsi, so that we can continue to walk, bless god, winter closure, sunny spell, bless god, sunny, red, pets, pamagas matsi, servant, cats, god, give, god, give, god, pages. for the rose, god, life, god, give, god, give, god, pages, life is thick, kalasist, god, give,

god, give, god, pages. the name of the garadok is pakhodzitsa hell of the word garadzishcha, which means the small city of the mind of the center of justice and ganga. the first documentary news from thousands of towns. 17th century, ale yashche ў 1128 year it is known in connection with the military campaigns of the kiev prince mscislav uladzimiravich to the polack land. the letapis of another palova 13 stagodja dachshund has a record right in the village of polack, there was a battle between the executioners and the lithuanian troops at the beginning of prince

mingailam. the residents of the 16th century in the uzgorsk region were restored to the garadotsky castle. year would be good ўradzhay, we need our little mother to please her, oh! god grant, for the grass, for the grass - the race, for the little frog - the leaf and the orb, god forbid, for the mouth to be pressed, for the fruit, and for the people to be healthy, blessed mother, spring spell, spring spell ts. kamoru, vesna, red, on

the street, during the whole summer, during the wild life. friends, let's light the fire, if it's hot in winter, little hamlets, we'll have fun! may the dormouse shine bright and hot, may the people come out, spring-red, sweets, spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, roll, don’t give a damn about the sarochka, spring, spring and karitsy.

well, it’s time to work the slow jumps, let’s get out of the garage and into minsk. all the hours were long-awaited and greedy among the people, the adrage of nature and the new breed of life, the harrassment

of the unpautornas of the growing colors, the water of the flowering gardens and the pale ones were given as a gift from god. they used to say that the handsome man is handsome the forests are white, the fields are black, the flowers were once bright, the beautiful sun's land is warmer, and the land is warmer and greener. the studio has a good life. so at the beginning we should make it a little bit more lyrical, yes, let’s try, you are an actress,

name perhaps your most striking role that you have played, yes, i am an actress, an actress of the film actor’s studio theater, in fact there are already quite a few roles, among them the most diverse, diverse, diverse, these are chekhov, uncle vanya, elena andreevna, alekseevna, agatha christie mashelovka, miss casele, book mary, cherry orchard, and many, many others, we will prove that belarusian cuisine is not only potato pancakes, this taste is actually familiar to me from childhood, if you have never tried it.

we built a theater, we will show what they eat in different parts of our country, i love this soup, all because it is very fatty, rich, everything... you can simply not eat a bowl of this soup all day, i want to immediately note the simply fantastic presentation of this dish , if you asked me what haute cuisine is, i would probably say, well, here it is, watch the project, food anywhere, on the belarus 24 tv channel

. edzet vyasna, edzec, on the zalaty kani , on the green sayan, on the safa, sedzyachy, raw earth, aruchy, with the right hand seyuchy, smykom skarodzyachy , vyets, vyazes vyasna, vyaz, vyaz red, clear flowers, clean flowers, green grass. red flowers for us, vysna , vysala vyasna, za vyvala, lyasa wintered, lyasa wintered, what did you work, what did you

work, vyskala, kolnya vyakala, garod, garadzila, garodka rosila, sazila cabbage, sazila cabbage, vetsyu karyta, adkvetsyu troughs, dholes, soapy feet, soapy dwarf feet.

what a beauty, karagot thick, what a beauty, tsidnyakova, tsi vaitova, such is our muzhykova, tsidz'yakova, tsi vaitova, so is our muzhykova, we are the earliest in the town of

the vitsebsk region, there is such a legend here: it was hell th father's three hands and i was trying so hard. all the boys spit, then the men and the men said: we’ve come to the right place, if we don’t let our boys go, they called out calls, yasya kasya and ganuўsya. the youngest was strong, but prosperous, but the oldest were only there was something wrong with vyachorki hadzits. nowadays, the past matchmakers and the oldest dachas, deliberately gave them daddy's gaspadars in the pastures, and the old ones with the youngest dacha found themselves without a hut, only with a paw of earth, otherwise they somehow ended up jumping you're a slob, it's so possible. what about our towns, moviv, we from your town sapraudny gardens will form, the flock of hours and the steel of the meat will be called, come, come spring, come, come, red , to the namutanochak, give us grain,

give us beauty, let us know the name vyanochak, it’s coming, it ’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming , it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it ’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming plom tout, lark pollen, ceplalets spring. and the winter fisherman, because the winter woman has had enough, gives us some bread. ate, the corn pollen, the earth, the mother's abudzia, and the raindrops,

when the grass grew, when the wolf fed, the whirlwind. the sunflower is a pollen, the whole woman is a prynyasitsa, and the zemachka is a fishmonger, because the winter is tired, we have eaten too much bread, the red vesna hadze is here, y... and you, winter , go far away, you have given us a hard time, all

the joints are frozen, the vesna, red, guarded. to the paganian, the darling of summer, and the snow, i’m bringing you back from the garden. vitsebsk region and steel. ritual spring holy baths began with the end of winter. on the high hills, the young people ignited fires where they threw the old adzenne yabutak,

peregrines and non-jumping ones in the khatniy horror of the river . with laughter and heat they walked and festivities, skipped over the fire, sang songs of the vesnyanka. on passover and sunday they slept the cola that was placed on the raft and released into the rivers. yano smvalizala. even a performance accompanied by the presidential orchestra of the republic of belarus, and i also have performances in which i go out and sing, when the worst carcasses flew in, when

they sang songs, when the cabbage flax is tall, when mosquitoes don’t bite, when... poniyka svyatsila, when onlookers it was weighing, when the doshchyk was turning yellow, when the harvest was good, when the grass was growing, when it was small, when it was good, when everything was withering, when it was healthy, when there was beer! oh, it’s spring, it’s spring, matsi, hadzi and we’re walking, hadzi and us are walking, karagodze are galloping,

karagodze are galloping, songs are sleeping! padushka, padushka! may be fluffy, little dacha, little dacha, may be young, little dacha, little dacha, may be young, whom i love, who i love, tago patsaluya, padushachka fart, there i am falling, padushachka is fluffy, there i am falling.

in 2014, the church received chapels from the holy packer fadzei, the archbishop of kalininsk and kashynsk, and the holy packer maryna margaret and valentsin. dzyauchatki, and now i ask you to take a walk. varona, let's dance the dance, play with music, oh, varona, oh, varona, so what?

and we have a little bastard, who gave us our traditional yash, kali weasel, and little bastards, often, at the field of supply, at the lip of the tsampami, at the milk - a begging, and at the end of the day, at the stove of the fifth, on the handbrake kraista. rich and clean, covered in steel, as if it was stale and withered, as it was eaten and striped, as it was striped and eaten, and as it was sleeping, it hung.

in the world, we hear the blessings of the mother and the well-worn actress, the hibernating yana khadanovich lapanitsynaya, and we suffer from the cold, mothers, the blessed mothers, the blessings of the mothers, the blessings of the mothers, the spring is sustrakatsi, and the green avarku is wood.

in the spring there is sustrakatsi, in summer there is a call, and the wood harvest is green, the spring tree is gone, it is red, and the wood harvest is green, the wood tree is green, over which it has passed. and the green bargu drava, hey-gay, with which it came, with which it jumped, and the green bargu drava, then you’ve got enough cups for us.