when you are in nature, it seems that the world has plunged into silence, all the sounds of bustle have disappeared, only the song of the wind specially... caresses your ears, so that you look back and realize how quiet it is all around. whenever possible, go to nature, go to forests, fields, rivers and lakes, breathe fresh air, admire the clear sky, listen to singing.

birds, rustling leaves. smile at the sun. enjoy, notice this beauty around you. in harmony with nature. belarus 24.

importance of religious holidays, we celebrate victory, life over death, victory righteousness, purity, light over evil, about the need for spiritual upbringing and education, they happily come to classes, our classes are held right here in the church, i thought it was right, necessary, because children...

the wing of the crane has fallen high, charadoy asyory lyasy, then our eternal land, the land of human dabrynik. races, belarus, the land of jumping

people, belavezhy and blue narachis, belarus, bright tomorrow's day, our cherished shrine. the cloaks of the sun, the high temples, the pine trees, the praises of the azer, when you're young, turn right. i know samara

nazor, belarus is the land of passing people.

people's artists of belarus, uladzimir grom and anastasia moskvina. good evening, good evening, good evening! the anniversary ceremony of the closing of the festival took place in such an extraordinary, intense, sybrasky atmosphere, we encourage our watchers to become involved with the music club-festival. at the tables gathered the most famous

belarusian singers, singers, actors, who for the past 20 years have been participating in the festival, and whose songs have been jumping.

floating clouds above the earth like the smoke of a rasta. i love you, only you are not mine, and you will not become mine, you are not far from me, and you live , you fly, not for the white clouds,

patched bird, i want to float, to rejoice, like no one in the world, to breathe in the perfume grass, sweet new wind, you are not far from me. you live and fly, a week of white clouds, a nested bird. at dawn i sing the light, the sky above the earth,

as i want with you, i sustrezza there, scorch with you, and sail away beyond the clouds, unearthly mara, you are not far from me, birdie patched. and you are not far from me, you are not far from me, maran is not earthly, not from the white clouds, patched bird, and you are not far from me, mara from the earth, not from the white clouds, bird for...

honored artist of the republic of belarus victoria alyoshka and vasil rainchyk .

i can’t, i can’t stop praising you, and i ’m running, and i’m running, on our first bedclothes, and i ’m running, i’ll throw you from afar the wing of the yoke, and i’m going to dance and i’m going to throw the wing of the yoke, only the edges. was at odds with me, with you, i give taba from tanka all the ispheres to my dog, love, i give my trustfulness and faith, forever to you alone.

the charming beads on the wings of the young ones carried by the happy student bastards, we know the unfaithfulness of the charming beads of faith, we believe.

now, everything is being decided here, it’s being decided, it’s being decided, two 200 watt speakers, and... my favorite ones are shouting, i want you to hear me through this thunder,

my high voice broke when i

was singing in early childhood... the sail turns white , lonely, and he grew white, white, white, those days passed, and the wide world spread out before me, panus turned white, lonely, still the same pure star, white paruts, thin wing, if only it had been, if only it had not passed, white sail, my childhood, you guide my sail, nothing more, let

my life. so the cruel path will bleed my soles, the sail will turn white , calling the lonely behind it, calling, and if suddenly a high destiny is bestowed upon me by fate, the sail will turn white from...

nothing, my high voice broke when i sang in early childhood, it’s sweet the sail was lonely, and it turned white, white, white. ensemble verasa during the period 1994-2000 , dance concerts changed

, new artists appeared at the festival, exhibitions were launched, creative sstretchy, but hell for... uladzimir mulyavin to the top of maxim bagdanovich. lavoniha! well, in your affectionate words, the black fluff of your curved logs, the bright eyes of their eyes, i will remember your ruffled pasta,

i will remember how you knew how to tsalavatsya, i will remember your affectionate words, oh, my lovebird, oh, not with alas, you were in the meeting, i’m first in the tank, in the meat, in the yursa, and in the bull, and as soon as you

get tired of your law, you don’t deserve the love, you screamed louder than the sala, oh the freebie of may, oh the lyabovikhalya. ponyha may, may god grant you a long life, may the happy life of the whole world be filled with joy, joy, oh never will i forget you, oh lyavonika, oh lyavonika of may, oh never will i forget you, oh lyavonika, may, oh lyavonika, lyavonika may , you have a lot to do with it. i know, you knew, how to make a request, and say kind words, and be daring, and

be in trouble, and sometimes the sir is a trickster, i have lost a lot of my life, oh, lyavonika, lyavonika may, oh, la, stink- wow, it stinks! may you please continue to live, may the sun be happy with the joy of the forest, oh never will i forget you , oh lyavonika may, oh never will i forget you, oh lyavonika may, oh lyavonika may, zhag you are still alive, samila i won’t forget you, i’m a servant.

in 2001, the zyakuyuchy padrymtsy of the president of the republic of belarus. the ministry of culture recognized the name of uladzimir mulyavin for the popularization of belarusian songs, and the highest honor was awarded to him

at the advent of the national festival in maladzechnia. kryshtal's guitar is not khtostsі adzin, and tsely kalektyў, dzyarzhaўny concert archestras of belarus. this belarusian collection, songs, songs, and other great works are in many ways connected with the great belarusian composer igar luchanko, whose work can be called a special era of belarusian music. happy people igara luchanka, uladzimir mulyavin, i would like to say kind words to the legendary camper, chalavek, whose name is forever inscribed. from the history of belarus, alyaksandr tsikhanovich, and once again we will create a song from the repertoire of alyaksandr tsikhanovich and yadvya

paplawskaya. you, me, and you and i! kali weasel, katsyaryna! we grant geta our katsi! you and me and you and me, you and me and you and me, it’s great when there are friends in the world, if everyone lived alone, it would have long ago been to pieces, the earth would probably have fallen apart if everyone lived in alone, then the earth would have long ago

fallen to pieces... the earth would probably have fallen apart, you giving houses with you, you giving us you and me, the earth on fire, then we’ll give up on mars, maybe by the orange river, the little people there are already sad, because that it’s been too long... we haven’t, maybe by the orange river, the little people there are already sad because we have been gone for too long,

you... yes, you and i, you, yes me, yes, you and me, nothing will ever separate us, even if we part , friendship still remains, friendship remains with us forever, even if we part, friendship still remains.

from 2002 to 2009, the festival has featured new creative programs and iconic themes. the end of such troubles was the song that is now the favorite song of the town of maladzechna. 1st menavita kozhny zhykhar know how to remember. leanid pranchak, a great sage with talented campers , is unfortunately absent from us, the igars of palevods, who wrote this year about the founding of the festival and about work. it’s already 20 years old, i ’m glad to celebrate the festival. sennya geta song upryozhyts kanzert closing the festival. song by igar palivoda and leanid pranchak. maladzechna. from the young, talented artists, uladzislav sazonav, angelina yarashchuk and hanna manzhuravai, sustrakayce! let's sleep together!

there dze bor make noise and call again, praising myyusha, our song, our language, shchyrya soul, the different flower of vasyalkova is not brighter on...

we are prymus zagravae our sirs god and belarus god belarus maladzechna maladzechna god given

native year as gastsina and sardechna are not only here. you are young, young, maybe dagran, and

sardechna, i am not only here, but you are only eternal. iskaya maladzeshna, maladzeshna, maladzeshna, belarusian land, belarusian land, land. we only get such gastsina and sardecna here at maladzechna’s. and now, my dear fellows, i’ll give you

a shout out to you with the familiar belarusian arty, state director of our music club, honored artist of the republic of belarus. alena lanskaya, what a great song, what a peramagla at the competition of young people in vitebsk, belaya lastauka, sustrakaytse. i’m small for you, belarus, i’m losing my faith, and the cornflowers are embroidered with abrass, i’m looking at

your high white verak, i’m amazed that everything is yes. here, like snowflakes, i save you for your wounds, don’t let hell take care of you, i’m your faithful affectionate, yes, i’m yours, give me the shine, i’m yours. white, white swallow, me your fryer, your icon and your lid, your blue lids, your lid’s sprinkles.

i love you for you, the load is small, love and faith and cornflowers embroidered with abrus, i’ll fall on your high white shores and your shores, let me fly, i’m yours. white, white

swallow, i’m for your front, the button and the lid, the blue lids of yours, i sprinkle the lids, i give you many, i’m crying, be on your beaches, white huscena. i flock to your shores, let me fly, i am your white, white, white, swallow. i'm painting for you, belarus,

but you're welcome, let's get together, give me i'm your white one! i am a white swallow, i am for your wings, little sparkle, your blue wings, sprinkles of wings. white

swallow of belarus, alena lanskay, vyalik dzyakuy, maladzechna! the festival never stops with months, premieres, songs, and new programs. in 2011, there was a superb concert "maladzechna". and at the 12th year of the festival , the rock opera kurgan pavodle of yanka kupala's poem to the music of igar luchanka was performed. in 2014, the festival program was changed, so the competition for young people became an integral part of the festival. pa traditions young artists have gone through three stages of creativity . two of them were present at the festivals. tyya, hto trapiu traci tour, meli gonar.

charado, goosey, booming share, floated, floated. tusanki, drink vada, charada, huzzah, cackle up! share of the songful charming runaway supervising chicken balotnaya young flying gustka belarusian

litsvinka-characinka u vachah dzyuchynka guna as a charminka the calculations were revealed. where have you floated, your eyes and lungs have become soggy, long and flowing, stracaceous legs, moss withered, you made gifts with carunkas. ran away, fell like a patsuka dollar, ran away fell, scarlet pagolik, guska, belarusian, lіtsvinka, characinka, u vacha

dzichynka, u nagah charcinka, where did you go, where did you sail? all torments ў shyray yes letshynyuў, guska, belaruska, litsvinka, charatsіnka, vachakh dzyauchynka, u nagah chartsіnka, where did you go, where did you float, torment ў shary far away, the price of rakimbli yes, belarusian musk, belarusian!

each of the characters is special, my favorite is, well, as usual, tedraniki, of course, there is pizza with potatoes, my love for the stage led me my interest in republican and international competitions, each with its own unique history, 17 years. i went to the czech republic, my brother and i worked in peteriya, and i worked for 12 years and returned to belarus. i also had an invitation to the fashion commonwealth in st. petersburg, where i represented belarus, of course, i am very proud, this is a very large-scale event, it was held in

the table palace, this is a very high level. watch the belarus project on the belarus 24 tv channel . 100 brave guys gathered in our studio, each of them i have a question for an adult: please tell me, what did you dream of becoming when you grow up? i wanted to become a flour truck driver; they say that in the army the food is healthy, filling, but not always tasty. well, i probably won’t do any advertising, i’m just inviting you to a meal at our local military school. the heroes of the program will have to open up.

time, well, i probably don’t need to say that it’s a lot of time, a certain amount of time, but it takes, you can teach me, the chin is higher, step is a preliminary command, that’s right, amenable body forward, look at the project 100 questions for adults on tv channel belarus 24. dzyakuy, i hear your voice, this is the world,

there, it began, everything ends there, so it will be for us. sculpt, who is this grown, i give back every day, and every day i give, wiping me, to the sunny whole values, only to us known in moments, vigilant, that we are without heaven. shut me up, i’m yours, you don’t know that, i feel what you want, you

shut up the little sky, pau, croc on a bitch, well, it’s so simple timidity, so priceless, little one, that’s all. only customs, you don’t know who will be first among us, on the right, dear, because we haven’t ruined your relationship, hundred thousand, hey, shut me up, in all the same ways, so only we know in a moment, sharp-sighted, what are you take the sky to the edge,

cover me, i’m yours, you don’t know it, i feel what you want, yes, i’m tiny, cover the sky, so, so, yes, i’m waiting for you, where are your nectars, apparently, once again, so once again, cover me with sleepy, whole-hearted memories, goodness, only those moments that we know, you don’t know this, i feel it,

why are you crazy, you’re not tiny, because you’re maladzechna, zatryma, zatryma, forge, you are amazing, i love you, yulia bykova, aura, blue azera of belarus. woven with a delicate pattern, the lakeside meadow is flying from afar, geese are flying to

your wonderful land, and mists are falling into the golden sand, your pure beauty is hiding in the grass, the vastness of the vastness, the dawn is blazing. the owl's songs flow in the noisy oak groves, in a beautiful light, there is no corner in the world, in the blue sky, the crane's native country is stared at. we are one in soul with you. my land, my land, belarus is mine,

meek. you lean me close to my heart, your blue beauty, you give me living water to drink, there are wild garlic in the armature, i’m drowning as if in a fairy tale, and my heart flies with delight. fields, i drown my soul, in mother’s affection, in belarus there is no more beautiful country for me, out of the sky, cranes, i’m staring at my native country, you

and i are one in soul. my land, my, land, my belarus, meek drama, you lean on my hearts, your blue beauty, you are living water,

burobinaya, you are my hope and faith, we are united in soul, my blue, my belarus. honored artist of the republic of belarus, the premiere was alena viktaravna trashkevich, beloved youth! may i call it “in desperation

for hits”, and this year’s hits are booming, like all the bad festivals have been humming from this scene. and immediately the song is a sign of the belarusian campazitar dzmitry dalgalev, the melody of serts. katsyaryna muratava and alexander savanets. privyatannye syabra, mknetsa ў nyabes i lietstsa, our gift with you, melody sirsa’s patty, given to us by god, melody sirtsa lietstsa. the hearty kohanna

of the crying soul and the laughter of the young steam baths. the melody of the sir, the melody of the sir of the crown saint, i have a lot of light and love with you and only with you. sir's melodies, sir's melodies. not in the dark, i want to sustrezza with the gods, i want to live eternally between the stars, i want to hear the melody

of my father, i don’t want to live forever. it’s not a great creation, it brings us joy in the world, it brings melodies. the melody of the heart, the melody of the heart, is the hidden secret of the saint, it burrows lightly and broadly in it, it sings with you only with you, the melody of the heart, the melody of the heart, flutters like a holy lurch, it swarms lightly and broadly in it, sings with you, and only with you. dear brothers, we pray to you and the saints, let us hear from you a lot of melodies from the young sir of the young festival, liessa, melody from the sir, a fair

krynitsy katannaya, a crying soul and the turmoil of the young couple, melons. katsyana muratava, alexander savanets. dzyakuy, vyaliks!

i have a fresh dream, all the troubles have come and gone, and i ask forever, the wings of our mother will take me there, forever they will take me there.

i will ignite the fire of the soul, i am with you in love, i am in love with you, to the wounds of the abuja land, to the srebram urasey, singing to salauin. as long ago as i did, i called to you, my dear adzins,

let me go away, take me there forever, let me go, take me with you. why do you close your sky, the land is bright, you know, there are my kahans, i will give my hand and bury the highest views, and i will ignite the fire, souls, love i am with you, love i am with you,

kampazitara, arranger, treasurer and master kirain ika dzyarzhanaga song ensemble of uladzimir mulyavin. the main events of the festival were highlighted to this day. persha festival zen at the exhibition hall of the palace of culture. there was a creative presentation of the exhibition and i met with you mulyavin on the 75th anniversary of the national artist of belarus uladzimir mulyavin. all the greedy people are aware of such a mule, which only the closest ones knew and knew about, the bubbly, the grinning, the chalavek with the pachuzza humaru. uladzimir mulyavin. the most gallant chalaveks

that love life so much. well, now we know we are asking for the scene of the manager of the special project named uladzimir mulyavina in the scene alexander savanets. memories are always foggy, but they elude like a shadow from the light, only the foggy smell of hlery turmoils the night and caresses the day over the still water, follow the road.

crashes, a wave blocks the path like a wave, and breaks the labyrinths of memory, but it is impossible to return the past, over calm water, go along the road , wine, but this is faith in yesterday, today, just the smell of my clover. a tender dream, my

reader, the nightingales scream again at the break for happiness, the vistickle in the hand to be proud of the heart with the zhromes of love. but-but-but, but this is faith yesterday, just just the smell of faith, but-but-but, but this yesterday, just, just the smell of lebir, ekaterina muratova. alexander

savanets. dear friends, and now, i’m going to sleep a song, campazitara, as we are with us, unfortunately, it’s no longer possible, but the songs are booming, buzzing from our dears, and booming from the well-worn belarusian singers, such as alexander saladukha, iryna darafeeva, etr elfimau . anlya baguslauskaya sang a few, some, many songs, and then i fell asleep too. izmail kaplanov's song riva lvovna for you. there is a prima from our mishpohi, simply the highest

class, dear riva lvovna, it’s me, about you, you beautiful, you are adorable! and what can i say, you could even conquer moses, ah , revalve, revali, how good you are, flatter riva lvovna, this is from the heart, give riva lvovna, the dark look of your eyes, be there for revalvovna. it’s more fun with you, oh, rip smoothly, rip straight, how good you are, believe rima wave, it’s from the heart, give rima wave, the languid look of your eyes, be near

rivarvon with you, it’s more fun, the most beautiful eye in the world. no, it’s not a question, it’s not like red, golden hair, you’ll see you shiriva lvovna, your head is spinning, the whole mishpoha whispers after you and tender words, oh rivolya, rivolna, how good you are, believers moevna. it’s from the heart, to give riba lvovna, the languid look of your fathers, be near rivolbovna, it’s more fun with you, oh riba lvovna, riva lvovna, how

good you are, riva lvovna’s stories, it’s from the heart, to give revoyvoda, a deep look. out of your eyes, be near ribeye water, it’s more fun with you, eh? kriva-rovna, rivo lyubovna, how good you are, believe me, rivo lyubovna, it’s from the heart, to give riva ox to the modest glance of your eyes, be near god, it’s more fun to be with you,

be close to god, it’s more fun to be with you. yanki kupala and yakub kolas. and the grand prix this year 2017 is named after uladzimir

mulyavin. at the competition for young people, they showed up. volga bulay, ancestor of the minsk region. volga immediately appeared on the getai stage. how to make a song to the music of the famous belarusian campsite, the national artist of the savetskaya union, as well as the hits of igara luchanka. behind royal is alena trashkevich, behind volga bulay.

my dear ones, how dear you are to me, forget about you, i don’t lose strength, don’t be tired, don’t give up. in the bright days of may, i come to you with my thoughts, and there i get wet with my soul, and there i get wet with my soul. that's all, i'm sending a flock of

little jumpers, a narrow bed of wings, and a christmas tree and a pair of conifers. abnyaya chessna over the water, like youngsters, i am in the hour of pooping, at the end of the evening it is melting.

but i love you, my verochronny, he’s doing it with silver, like a friendly charm. flock like elders over the water, my dear kut, how dear you are to me, forget you, i have no strength, forget you, i have strength,

my dear ku'. please do not be offended.

they arranged their life in the village in such a way that any city dweller could envy. you are me in the good sense of the word, but you promised that i would come to your house, and not to a museum, no matter where you look, your gaze falls everywhere, everywhere there are some kind of man-made, these are everyday objects, the presenter from the capital will have to know all the delights of rural life, a lot of people come, because even some say that you have a good life here, here you can relax mentally, that is, here nature, this is not a park, everything is real here, here you can go out and take a walk to see. this is the life that you are contradicting, what we said

earlier, but finally, that you yourself choose, which , on the contrary, from the technical side, is a project. i’m from the village, for i tell everyone, for a good life in the village, for all this, yes, you need to have two things: purity of thoughts, firmness of intentions, watch on the belarus 24 tv channel, to become one of your own in a foreign country, not necessarily there to be born, it was as if we had arrived at some seaside resort, cool, clean yes, yes! it’s enough to behave at a party like the hosts of the show, at home, and we arrived at the farm, nani was told that they cook very tasty food here from natural products, did you really come from venezuela itself, of course, then welcome to

the world of yodiska, hello, the world of organics and a belarusian cowboy. we study the history of belarus and explore its sights together with foreigners. so, in the altar of our braslov church we see our main shrine. this is the image of the mother of god of braslav volodarka ozeru. watch on tv channel belarus 24. clean galas, sophisticated styles, any and thrifty steel and belarusian words. all this national competition of young singers of belarusian pop songs, like the zhikhars and state towns

, collide with the festival of belarusian songs and poetry in maladzechna. creative community with friends and talents. and we sincerely present to you such collections from yago kiraunik, the people's artist of belarus, leanid zakhleinag. i talked to him once. sleep away, my favorite talk. this life has a lot of ringing and humming sounds, there are always a lot of gifts, hell, you will always

know the prytulak, you will always get your father's steam. dear hut, dear poor fellow, dear hut, such as i am, dear hut, and the holy year, sustrane meetings, even though you are a son, a gentleman, whenever you are here, so much is not required, here the lungs breathe, here and the father of chickens, for all. hell is waiting for bread and bread, and kind words for good people, dear hut, dear not rich, dear hut, such as it is, dear hut, and everyday life is holy, sustrane meetings

, even though you are a son of a state. wherever you go in the dark passages, in the earth don’t sleep on other people’s shores, let’s sleep. russian skies and ilachyns kazki malestva tvaygo, dear hut, nyakhay nebagata, dear hut, such as it is, dear hut, this is everyday life and holy, sustrane meetings, at least the whole dear hut.

no big deal, dear hut, such a yak yon, comparable hut, today is holy. heads fell, the little girl was cradling her son, her daughter, the little girl was cradling her son, her daughter,

she was whining, she was loving, her son, her daughter, you were crying, i didn’t know, little girl, with whom you were walking, i didn’t know, little girl, with whom you were walking, little girl, i didn’t even know who i was walking with, let me right, loved the cossack, tai prapal, loved the cossack, tai prapal, the unlucky daughter of the red, hell idze, so budze, hell zenachak little, budze schasna, bastard zetachak little budze. there will be winds, your dzetak, kalyhatsi, your

dzedachak small kalyhatsi, your dzedachak small kalyhatsi , your dzedachak will be small. a few annoyances.

deserved kalektyў folk music ensemble byaseda! artistic painter, folk artist of belarus, leanid zakhleiny. the jubilee concert is closed the festival presents a panorama of chinese music, and we are pleased to invite you to this stage from the winner of the union dziarzhava prize, a well-deserved honoree of the republic of belarus, campuser aleg elisenkav.

going into the native yard, into that gazebo where our songs sounded at night, young boys, three of us with one guitar with too much blow, songs of summer and spring, classic pants, t-shirts of the label and superstars, remember the songs of toryguitar. that summer, then spring, we crashed,

we crashed, we remember less, we sleep more soundly, we write letters in e-mail, once every 3 years let's call, what happened, what happened, it's a sin to regret something, you taught us life, that conversation... like in that yard, young boys, three of us, one guitar with too much blow. songs of summer spring are included in the sunshine pants of mikeysleybye superstars remember the songs of that guitar of that summer that spring.

what happened, happened, it ’s a sin to regret something, you taught us about life, that gazebo in that yard, young boys, one guitar for three, overkill, songs of summer and spring, bad pants. ikey zlaybay superstars, remember the songs of that guitar, young boys, on three of them with one guitar, with a blow, songs of summer and spring, wearing klyushin pants, t-shirts of the label and superstars, remember the songs of that guitar, that summer, then layer.

with great joy, another song by my closest friend, your fellow countryman oleg eliseenko, based on the verses of svetlana solagub, a song called shores and your palms, friends, please, like this. and the whole hall, and oh, and you illuminate the dawn, my shores, all the paths and roads, the fate of my line, and slanting planks, great snow, my moonlit nights, and the days of the nightingale, here are my shores, where i... live

i started, here is my parents’ house, my reliable berth, the river of my life carried me away, i never lost my shores, together the shores, my shores, shores, my heart and love are with you forever, look forward to meeting me, take care of me, my shores are ahead , my shores, shores, my heart is with you, and love forever, you forgive me, take care of me, my shores are ahead of me, the shores would one day save me when the roads were smoldering, the fate of my line, when the mark is aimed, the shells are aimed at me, at mine lunar...

nightingales night and days, here are my shores, where i am i began to live, here is my parents’ house, my reliable sadness, but the river carries me away in my life, i never lose, my shores, my hands, guys, oh, my shores, my shores, my heart and love are with you forever, you are waiting for a meeting with take care of me. my shores are beyond me, my shores are within shores, my heart and love are with you forever, you forgive me, take care of me, my shores are ahead of me, let's all call oleg

eliseevsky here together. higher, higher, heaven, my rivers, shores, my heart and love are with you, forever, waiting to meet me, take care of me, my shores, my amulets, my shores, my shores, my heart and love are with you forever. you forgive me, take care of me, my shores are my amulets, you forgive me, take care of me, my shores. the amulets were protected by the amulets, alexander soladukha,

oleg eliseenko, thank you, friends, happiness, health, good luck, love, may each of you live to be a hundred! alexander soladukha! thanks friends! all the best! molodechno! dear friends, unfortunately, the festival is ending, it’s time for the final song, and it turns out that i also wrote this song, but i want to present the author of the words of this wonderful song, this is a union prize laureate.

moja yostz dza i was lvee myasnya, i do not byarus, i am calling for a hearty, jester, jester belarus, jester, jester, jester, jester and belarus, pryyazzhezazyza, piasmiad. yes, we have belarus, darling brothers, look at the clouds of the azers, the dry forest bushes, and the pale prastor,

prayazdzhayce, prayazdzhayce , prayazdzhayce and us belarus, you are welcome with bread and salt, we live here, we wish you health and happiness and... well-being of the skin, no matter how far away i would be, i wouldn’t have any fun with my family, i ask from anyone and the world, pryazdzhaytse yes us

belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse yes us belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse. pryazdzhaytse yes us belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse yes us belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse. pryazdzhaytse yes we have belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse yes us belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse yes us,

in belarus, in kvetki ўdzelnіkam... at the charg festivals ў maladzechna!

10 weaving traditions are among the elements of the intangible cultural decline of belarus.

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both firearms and grenades, in my memory, in my opinion, there were only two or three incidents when grenades were thrown at representatives of the military commissars in the trade center, that is, everything is quite at a serious level, in your opinion , is due to something, and can this develop into something tougher, let’s say , to the level of some kind of civil war, in my opinion, there are two aspects here, one is political, the other is purely military, if we talk about the political aspect.