“i believe in you, in my dear friend, this faith kept me from a bullet, on a dark night, joy is on me, i am calm, deadly. i know you will meet me with love, no matter what happens to me, death is not terrible, with no since we met in the steppe, now she’s circling above me, you’re waiting for me,

you’re not sleeping in the crib, so i know nothing will happen to me, it’s a dark night, only bullets are whistling across the steppe, only the wind is humming in the wires . , the stars are dim, the night is dark, thank you for that guy,

i’ll get up early today and walk along the wide road. field, something has happened to my memory. it was n’t with me, i remember the rain beating down on my cheeks, 20 years is not enough for the universe, i didn’t even know the guy who promised i’d come back, but steppe grass. smells hot, young

winds, grains, we wake up, plays over the midnight, either a thunderstorm, or the echo of a past war, spring promises to come... waits for the choice grain, plow, and living on earth is kind, for yourself for that, guy, i’m so heavy, i’m hunched over, but i can’t live any other way if everything calls me his, his voice, everything

sounds in me his annoyance, and steppe grass. it smells hot, the young winds are green, we wake up, the sound of music plays over midnight, either a thunderstorm, or the echo of the past war, we wake up. we want to play over

midnight, either a thunderstorm, or an echo of the past war, thank you, alas, it’s not often that you meet a veteran who has lived to see modern unrest, many years, past wounds carry away their highest... court, will they be able to to find in our anals another people, such times when the whole country stood up as a united front against hostility, squinting against the morning light with a wand, where would we be without it,

a soldier is walking, holding victory in his hands, his heritage, we follow the sporting life of our country, belarusian weightlifting athletes have won three licenses for the olympics in paris. the final qualifying start for the world cup ended in thailand, in the final of the president's cup the most unexpected pair, zhlobin metallurgist and brest. story. he wanted to run across all of africa from south

to north. two-time world champion in steeplechase anouk guernier set a new world record for climbing kanati. a thirty-four-year-old french woman, with the help of hands went up to the second floor. we listen to the opinion of competent specialists, observing the trend of the last few olympic cycles, we see that in modern swimming it is not so much the records that are increasing, but rather the density of results. all this is in the sports projects on the belarus 24 tv channel. the hosts of the travel show know exactly how to behave when visiting. foreign students travel around belarus, study its history and explore its sights. the most valuable

relic is the cross of jesus christ, a piece the cross on which jesus christ was crucified, so this is exactly the same one. glubokoe treasure, by chance, during construction work, an excavator was digging a small trench and with its bucket picked up this cast iron pot, and also shared their vivid impressions, when we walked, i noticed that the temple goes very well with the sky, that is, blue, white, she it’s like it’s in the air, it’s very beautiful, that’s how i feel. i recognized it right away, of course, this is what i did today, watch it on the belarus 24 tv channel

. oh, the roads, the fog, the cold, the troubles

to the steppe. kuriya, you don’t know, you can do it. mine, maybe you’ll fold your wings, in the middle of the steppes, the dust is drunk under the boots, the steppes, the pores, the flames are raging all around, yes... the world, oh

the roads, the fog, the cold, the anxiety, and the steppe storm, a shot. your friend is crowing, the raven is circling in buryaan, he lies lifeless, and the road is earthy, gathering dust, clumping, the earth is smoking all around, a foreign land, oh,

roads, dust, yes, fog, cold, anxiety, to the point of a steppe storm. across the fields they all look after us, dear

eyes, oh, roads, dust to fog, cold anxiety. desčiva noi burja. thank you,

thank you. about! ulen along the steep bank, past the village, all the time before the private soldier walked, the soldier walked, not knowing any obstacles, the soldier walked, often losing friends. it happened, he walked without stopping, he walked forward,

a soldier, on stormy nights, the rain played, a song with front-line friends p soldier, bel soldier, golden tears, ate pro-russian berets.

he beat lettuce, beat lettuce, they were beaten near smalensk by a soldier in the village of enskoye, not counting bullets, without closing his eyes, he beat enemies, soldiers. the log along the bank of the steep hill

past everyone used to have a private sho. give, in the name of life, saving the earth, protecting the world, sol forward, soltat.

veteran of the great patriotic war, scout of the red october partisan detachment, awarded the order of the patriotic war, first degree. rumyantsev stanislav stepanovich, lieutenant general. retired, commander of the fifth guards tank army. initiator of the formation of a public association, the belarusian union of officers. people who dedicated their lives to serving the fatherland, fulfilling their duty in hot spots of the planet. thank you, dear veterans, for a feat of courage, for the fact that for the sake of us, for the sake of their children and grandchildren, they were able to defend their

homeland, we, in turn, will keep eternal memory and be proud of you. the memory will live on in war films, songs, and words of gratitude that we will never stop repeating to you. our gratitude to all living fallen heroes will be eternal; everyone present in this room understands how much we owe to our veterans. today i am honored to be with you. in this hall and sing for you, you were kind to the grove under the mountain,

the sunset burned with it, we were left. only three, out of eighteen children, like many of their good friends, were left lying in the dark, near an unfamiliar village on a nameless beauty, near an unfamiliar pasture on a nameless height. the falling rocket glowed when the burning

star, whoever saw this at least once will never forget, he will not forget, will not forget the attacks are fierce. near an unfamiliar village at an immeasurable height at an unfamiliar place at a nameless height there are months above us. we were friends, they were visible as if during the day, but we only became stronger friends under the cross art, fire and how

it wouldn’t have been difficult, you were faithful to your dream, from a stranger. a village on a nameless height, near an unfamiliar village on a nameless height, i often dream about those guys, my friends. war days, our dugout in three rolls, the pine tree burned over it, as if

again i was with them, standing on a fiery devil, near an unfamiliar village on a nameless road. at an unfamiliar place on the nameless one, thank you. belarusian doilitstva, like your jumping, it’s important to get started on

learning and mastering. calons, this is not a column, this is the same plaster, yana ўlikli ў scenes, but also perform dastatkova actyuna. eye for geta abavyazkova zachepizza. history of the creation of significant cultural objects.

we are committed to working as peace-loving states and peoples striving for common security. let’s start everyone with themselves, so i want to reach the heart so that it becomes better, everyone should become better here in belarus. belarus and china, without saying a word, came to similar points of view. the day of national unity has been approved in belarus. on

the belarus24 tv channel. i want to dedicate this song to all those who died in the great patriotic war, cranes. it seems to me sometimes. that the soldiers, from the bloody,

who did not come to heal, did not perish in our land, once upon a time, but turned into white cranes, they... since those times , they have been flying distantly and giving us voices, that is why they are so often sad, we fall silent, looking towards the heavens.

it flies, flies across the sky, a tired wedge, flies in the fog at the end of the day, in that formation. there is a small gap, maybe this is the place for me, the day will come from a flock of cranes, i will swim in the same gray haze, from under the heavens,

bird by bird. yakaya all of you whom i left on earth, it seems to me, sometimes. that the soldiers who did not come from the bloody fields did not die in our land, but turned into white cranes.

thanks a lot. the fire drinks in the cramped stove, the resin on the logs is like a tear, the accordion sings to me in the dugout, about your smile and eyes, the bushes whispered to me about you. snowy

fields near moscow, i want you to hear the sound of my living voice. you are now far, far away, between us there is snow, snow, it’s not easy for me to reach you, but there are four steps to death, a battle, a harmonica in the south for evil, lost happiness, howl, not in the cold the dugout is warm, from your... unquenchable love.

oh accordion. i'm in the south for evil, lost happiness has moved, i'm warm in a cold dugout, from your unbearable love, i in a cold dugout, warm from your unbearable love. thanks a lot.

we took the eagle in battle, we walked through the whole city, we read the last name of the street, the name is right, it’s a fighting word, granskaya street goes through the city, that means we have a road there, that means we have a road there, bryansk street will inherit to the west, its own city in the hall, the city came out, not the streets, the name came, the name is, brave, minsk street goes through the city, that means we have a road there, that means we have a road there, minsk street leads us to the west,

they took the city of minsk, they passed the city up high, and they read the name of the last streets, the name is right, it’s a fighting word, beskaya street it goes through the city, that means we have a road there, that means we have a road there, bredskaya street leads us to the west, they took the city of brest in battle, they walked through the whole city, and they read the name of the last streets, the name is right, varshavskaya street goes through the city. that means we are on our way there, that means we’re going there, warsaw street leads us to the west, we took warsaw in battle,

we passed the city here, and we passed the last name of the street, the name is right, berlin street goes through the city, that means there’s a road there. that means we’re going there, berlinskaya street, it’s flying us to the west, that means we’re heading there, that means we’re going there, berlinskaya street is leading us to victory. a man without a smile is strings without a violin,

it is a sea without a seagull, it is a house without a mistress, it is a cat without a tail, it is a tail without a cat, always smile, even if there is trouble nearby, without a smile on front. we are friends, migratory birds, but our life alone is not good, we didn’t have time to get married on earth, you won’t find a wife in the sky, because we are pilots, the sky is ours, the sky is ours, the built-up home, first of all, first of all...

you destroy , you want to give your heart forever, today

you will meet, you will see, you will fall in love, tomorrow the order is to fly away, because, because we are pilots, the sky is ours, the sky is ours, our dear home, first of all, first of all, planes, but girls, and girls then, first first of all, first of all, the plane, and the girl, and the girl, together, together, because, because we are pilots, our sky, our sky, dear home, first of all, first of all... airplanes, well, girls

and girls then, first of all, first of all airplanes, well, girls, and girls later, thank you. from moscow to brest there is no place where we would not wander in the dust, a slush from a notebook, and that one with a machine gun, through fire and cold we went through, without a smoothie, comrade, you can’t make a song, so let’s pour a small one, let’s drink those who wrote it down, let’s drink those who filmed, let's drink those who walked under fire.

where we were, they didn’t give us tanks, but we never got lost, in a tattered pickup truck with one revolver, we were the first to enter the cities, let's drink to victory, to our newspaper, but we won't live long enough, my dear, someone will hear, someone will write, don't forget to remember you and me, from moscow to brest there is no place where we did not wander in the dust of the blakno slake.

analyzing the opponent, working on mistakes and choosing the right strategy for the match, athletes have to work a lot with their heads to become a champion, they know exactly what success is on sports grounds, but still what it’s like to become a champion, emotions subside, already have to. some knowledge that we have actually achieved such a significant goal for both the club and the fans, but what will the result be in a real battle of intellect, as the gymnastic apparatus is called, where two parallel bars are installed at the same height, smooth bars, parallel bars, absolutely true, how

the abbreviation bfвс stands for, you need to click, you don’t know anymore, then everyone will guess it, alexey, belarusian federation. maybe sun, sun? yellow card. the coach who won all these titles while he's like this the only one. actually, he always considered himself. he always considered himself the only one, this is jose mourrinho, this is the correct answer. absolutely right, portuguese specialist. watch an intellectual sports show, head game. on our tv channel. belarus charmed them at first sight, in fact , everyone knows, especially those who come here, they know about the beauty of minsk, as for me, i like everything here, my sister lives in germany, we met her in belarus,

and the first thing that struck us was in the eyes, what's here very clean, i really liked the people, they are very friendly, good-natured, then the natural component was important to me. that there is beautiful nature here, i have still been living in belarus for 25 years, yes, no one perceived me as a stranger, look at the project for a look at belarus on our tv channel. the toy apple trees dawned, the fogs floated over the river, katyusha came ashore, onto a high

bank, onto a steep one, a great woman came out to us, onto a high bank, onto a steep bank. came out, started a song, walked past the gray eagle, about the one whom you loved, about the one whose letters you cherished, about the one you loved, about the one whose letters you cherished, oh, you are a song, a girl’s song, you fly after the clear sun, yo, and to the soldier in the distance in the borderlands, say hello from katyusha , give the singer the borderlands, say hello from katyusha, let him remember the

simple girl, let him hear her sing! let him take care of his native land, and katyusha save his love, let him steal the black earth, and let katyusha run away with love, dawn broke, apple trees, pears, dust and fog over the river came out to us the katyusha bank, to the high bank, to the steep, you wanted to katyusha, to the high front on the steep, to the high!

may 45, victory, tired, our friends were waiting for it so much. how the soldier served. how a soldier served, military service,

military service, difficult service, he served for 20 years, and another 5 years. the general, the chief, gave him leave, when the soldier arrived, his beloved house, his whole chest covered in crosses, the gray-haired tree itself on the porch. there is a young wife standing there, twenty years old, as if she never happened.

not a wrinkle in her cheeks, in her girlish braids, the soldier looked at his wife his... the soldier said bitter words, you,

apparently your wife, lived well, lived well, did not grow old, in response to him, he says,

not your wife, i am legitimate, but i am before... your daughter, orphan’s daughter, but your wife has been lying in the damp ground under a birch tree for five years, when a soldier came in... sat down at the table, was green for wine,

ordered a tax, the soldier kicked the soldier all night on his gray mustache, either the wine ran, or the tears. i ask for the pain to at least not last long. my, you leave

me, clouds, blue cloud, you fly to your home, from here to your home, my shore, appear in the distance, oh dear, i wish i could swim to you, if only i could swim someday, somewhere far, very far away,

mushroom rains are falling, right next to the river. in this garden the cherries are ripe, bending to the ground, somewhere far away from my memory, now, as in childhood, it’s warm, but the memory is covered with such large snows, you eyes, give me something to drink, i’m drunk. yes , not to death, here again, like the last time, i keep looking somewhere in the sky, as if i was looking for an answer, i ask, at least not for too long, my pain,

you leave me. clouds, blue clouds, you fly to your home, from here to your home.

there are birds here. they don’t sing, the trees don’t grow, only we are rooted shoulder to shoulder in the ground, the planet is on fire, the planet is spinning, you are above our homeland, which means we need one victory, one for all we will not stand for the price, one for all... we are for the price let’s not stand, mortal fire awaits us, everything is deserted, doubt goes away into the night, a separate, tenth of our airborne battalion, tenth of our airborne battalion,

as soon as there is a battle... another order sounds, the postman will go crazy, looking for us, the red one takes off rocket. he drinks a machine gun tirelessly, which means we need one victory, alone we will not stand for the price, alone we will not stand for the price , mortal fire awaits us, it’s still bezselenon, our separate tenth airborne battalion walks away into the night, our tenth airborne battalion, from

kursk and orel, the war has brought us , right up to the enemy’s gates such things were done, someday we will remember this. and not believe it ourselves, but now we need one victory, we won’t stand alone for everyone at the price, we won’t stand for it all at the price, mortal fire awaits us, yet it is forceless, doubts disappear into the night. separated, our tenth airborne battalion, our tenth airborne battalion,

deadly fire awaits us, it is still powerless, doubt goes into the night, separated, our tenth airborne battalion. our tenth airborne battalion, to you, dear veterans, i thank you for everything, for the lives of others and my own, for the light, for the books, for the good. for the fact that i breathe, i sing, for the fact that i appreciate every moment, for everything i thank you, for everything i thank you, on a white tablecloth,

lilacs like both... a tear rolls down, involuntarily to my hand, a tear seems like this uninvited, don’t cry, my grandfather, don’t cry, my good one, osedina, similar to that one. mana and silver and i don’t eat it, thank you, smoothie, captains, we will not

forget your names, favorite forms. features are not wasted, lilac is like a cloud, on white tablecloths, gone for a century, not returning, gone forever, not forgotten, postive. but it looks like fog and silver,

thank you, quartets, captains, we will not forget your names. thank you, unknown soldiers, unbroken in fierce battle. thank you, privates and battalion commanders, for not betraying your homeland, osidena, similar to fogs, and elien is ceremonious. she, thank you,

quarteans, captains, we will not forget your names. thank you, guardsmen, captains, we will not forget your service.

when in the summer at dawn i looked into the neighboring garden there was a dark-skinned maldavan woman. gathers grapes, i blush, i turn pale, i suddenly wanted to say, let’s stand over the river, greet the summer dawns, curly, green maple leaves, heat, i am a lover, shy before you, green maple, and curly maple. yes, once

curly in the spring, once curly, cut green, i am in love, confused, pre-forgotten, captivated green, yes captivity , curly, yes curly, dark-skinned, moldavian, answered the guy, partisan, maldavan, we are gathering a detachment, yesterday, partisans, left the house in a hurry, the road is waiting for you, the partisan has a thick, curled shine, a green cross, it’s hot here, here at the maple, we will part with you, green maple, and captivity, curls, and uncurls, wear and tear.

lost his mind at night, suddenly i met my dark-skinned girl once in the detachment, straight, fresh maple, hello guy, my good one,

green flax and curly flax, yes curly sweltering, it would be very hot and hot.

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information and analytical project, current microphone on air on the belarusian radio, tv channel belarus24, with you the presenter andrei sych, as well as our guest, political scientist yuri voskresensky. good afternoon, hello, yuri, a huge amount of news that knowledge is just stirring, i think that even though lately there has really been quite a lot of it every week, this episode should definitely be special because it is so dynamic. the situation began to develop, which simply became alarming, an extremely resonant event: they announced that an assassination attempt had been made on zelensky, and this was supposedly such a gift for the inauguration of vladimir putin, at least this is how the ukrainian side interprets the event, but what is surprising, even though not ,

not surprising, another arrest, there is another assassination attempt, a terrorist attack, and so on, and in all the photographs the face is again blurred, why if there is something in belarus? we happen immediately literally after 2 days, every other day, an hour later, as a direct commentary is given from the person who was detained, and he, as a rule, tells absolutely all the details, for what reason, where he was going, what he wanted to do, and so on, why is this being kept silent in ukraine, who was behind this assassination attempt, is there an understanding, yuri, is there an understanding, firstly, i will say that according to various estimates, this is already probably

proved this to the assassination attempt, but show the testimony of this person whom you detained, tell us who it is, give the name of this person, bring the case to court in the end, but no, in connection with this a logical, natural question arises: were they staged? these assassination attempts by the office of president zelensky himself, for what purpose, and very simply, to show how influential zelensky is, that everyone wants to kill him, there are two points here, firstly, we do not forget that... after all, this team - this is block 95, well showmen are great, showmen, they make hype out of everything, views, likes, provide click-through rates, stir up interest. after all , interest in zelensky began to fade, so some of the assassination attempts, the so-called assassination attempts

, were organized solely for the purpose of such window dressing, marketing window dressing, the second part of the assassination attempts, indeed, according to our information, there is a ukrainian underground in ukraine formed from ukrainians themselves who hate this nazi regime and which, among them including from...

the european union and the usa, that is, already 10 million in mostly men of military age with their wives and children fled from ukraine. further , the fact that it is supported, the fact that the ukrainian people do not want from this war, and this clique, a gang of these bastards, these stoned drug addicts, is leading the country into disaster, the fact is that the battalion named after bogdan khmelnitsky, formed, is fighting for russia. of captured ukrainians, and they say that they are heroically participating right

on the front line in the assault operations of the united group of troops, this is also a very important point, but the third point, look how the people of the ukrainian people launched a struggle literally for their survival against these ludolovs, as they are called in ukraine, with representatives of the military commandant’s office. the other day, by the way, another incident happened, he was killed - behind the walls of this very military registration and enlistment office, which was renamed into the euphonious name ttsk, yes, another person was killed by military commissars, the difference is small, in fact, the essence is the same, that they haven’t caught people before, that they continue to do this, in your opinion, these events, how do they affect society, well, you’ve already started saying that yes... this, to a certain extent, let’s say, warms things up.