getting together, and there are traditions, for example, the same dumplings were sculpted and baked there together, of course, i want to pass this on to my daughter, she has never refused anyone anything, she comes to our house on weekends, she tries hard at home she always tries to help me with something in the garden, she always tries to go to her grandmother in the village, and it’s the same with farming, vegetable gardens are everywhere, she tries to be on time everywhere, for me the village life is very close, but before i did absolutely everything did the housework, gave food, fed... took her away, everything that needed to be done very close, interesting, and this is my goal, everything that i do in the village, i did, i reaped, and ground, and planted, weeded, so for me all this is so that we not only preserve, of course, multiply and pass on, tell the new generation about the traditions that our ancestors once had, this is very important, when we began to implement our museum, of course, more people began to join us...

which our country needs and which are in demand among our children, and it was quality education, decent education, decent teachers worked, in order for the college to prepare professionals who know how to work well with their hands and love their homeland and work for the good of their homeland, i still want to communicate with people not just beautiful, with people with a beautiful soul, but education, improvement, all this is necessary. but the main thing is to love what you

do and love the people with whom you work and who are around you. everything you wanted to know about the meaning of the holy cross. these signs are so simple and extraordinary for the skin of the vernik, they have the greatest meaning, but in reality they are the shortest known our faith, the faith of god aitz, who so loved the light that he gave the son of his adzinarodnag. and the importance of religious holidays. i'll kill you, i'll kill you. of spirituality,

purity, light over evil, about the need for spiritual upbringing and education, they come to classes with joy, our classes are held right here in the church, i considered this correct, necessary, because children should breathe at least church air, about the sacraments of the orthodox church, when people come to the divine liturgy, when they receive communion. there they are in in some sense, in some sense , a certain sacrament of our unity with each other , with the living and the dead, is taking place. we will tell you and show you in spiritual and educational projects on the belarus 24 tv channel

. the song of iradzima is present, maybe everything is different, but the jans are not bad, you won’t get along with the smoke in the fall . budze song irojima live.

lyagenda and the cossacks of the past baked, from the harvest of grain and wheat. i stuzoryu and sunny whole changes from the rumble of the stormy wings from the bird stir the noise of the dubrovs from

the mountain from joy from everything. that's why it fell in the first place, the sacred things of the people, without death, language, no such word, which is like any word for you, and the meetings are ready to say that “sirs, you are my people , dear sir, the holy

undying sirs of yours” tsemru i. .. the mountains are dark and harsh, the smoke has fallen and the smoke is scattered, there is no such thing on the ground and the mountain, as if you had not passed on to us, there is no such darkness. modaga pestilence, i gora, just like if you didn’t rule, mova, no word of that word, which

i will show to anyone, mova, meetings of the gato. new, let me say that the dears are breathing in us, not a word like that, and add any information .

on the right, space, on the left - everything is not easy, but i try, repeat, repeat, half, part of something. i

don’t know where the reason for the steep rise is, i don’t know, but i’m like yes, quite, for me the universe is not enough, but i’m like yes. time for alpha umaga na tired we run back

man man i'm such a tank for me everything. i didn’t hire, i’m like that, not for money, i flew through time, and we are not like everyone else, and we are not like you, we strive to meet fate, but wings for happiness are given,

we are inspired by creativity, new projects songs, you and i are tic-tac-toe, we will kiss on the windowsills, again i will give in, you will win, you and i are tic-tac-toe, you and i are like a bonnik like, i found you, you are my treasure, beating dreams is your outfit. although without him you’re just trash, you tell me all sorts of

stupid things, it’s so sweet, i didn’t let anyone in, i walked you by the hand to the entrance, because you’re the only one, i forgave you, we ’re tic-tac-toe, a kiss on the windowsill, i did i’ll give in, you’ll win, we’re crosses and toes, we’re crosses, but on the floor on the windowsill, me again we are trying, you will win, you and i are tic- tac-toe, mom is monotonous, sesa is drunk without yago, i couldn’t get enough of the loneliness, the wind is spinning, the water is wearing away the stone, with whom is the long -time mother and is sharing... without iago i can’t paglezza,

mama manatonna sertsa, b’ezza manatonna, and mama manatonna sertsa, byezza without iago i can’t, bahezza, mama manatonna sertsa, manatonna, hali, don’t treat me, don’t treat me, go away, take me. the keys, it’s not a hike that fell over us, this is not love, don’t treat me, don’t treat me, go pick it up. the key fell on us, don’t call me, it’s all dislike, dislike, i came to you with flowers, the hall, that it became a stranger to me, how can i stay here alone, stay alone , take it, take it, take my soul, i don’t need you,

and i don’t needed, got into children. remove the feelings, you were there, where it is now empty, and you along the pole shore, if i meet my dear again , i pass by, you know that i don’t love myself anymore, i started love and i won’t water it, loves, doesn’t love, my heart ruins, won't be around, but there will only be tears, i believed you, i'll follow you i was running around, my dear, now my heart is frozen, you are too empty, how much pain there is at night and how much pain there is in the night, how many thoughts are sick of you, but i forgot about you, oh boy, oh boy.

the city is deserted, the star is in the dark, the proximity of those beckons, this is the proximity of affairs, only you and i have come so far, we are putting everything on the line, we have gone into law, stop, the red light will not stop us, but if suddenly there is danger. i’ll give it to your bona, the robbery is not solved, we escaped unnoticed, let’s go our way, carlita, only with happy and yes, sit down the red light bulb, from you, i have vanochki, put on some color, period

patience, calling them one crime. it’s better again, turn me on, your eyes have gone crazy, bring me closer, take me gently by the... hand, we will break all boundaries, ours, ours, i invite you to dance, this is a city of activity, i invite you to the end,

libermans, don’t be sorry, let’s protect the slovaks. let me kiss you, i invite you to dance, you will always be there, let’s keep up, try this paradise, move your body. i don’t know the words , no, i’m your answer to everything, we’re beyond the limit, don’t stop, don’t stop, flashing red, how not to fall in love, well, how not to fall in love, you are afraid precisely, because to

unravel me, you will spend your whole life, but you will never miss me, for now, because i am fire, and i lay down, earth and wind, i am the whole world, because i am fire, and i am ice, earth and wind, i am everything in the world, because i am fire and i am hello. earth and wind, i am all the light walking fire and one, earth and wind, i am all the light on you.

another day, another evening, and it’s a day for you, but it was as if in honor they were playing a slow song in the background, only there was nothing there but, another evening, it would become difficult for us, there was nothing to think about and

again we are in a small kitchen, we decide that the world is about to collapse, without my eyes i feel like i’m in a daze, and i wanted the two of us to get off halfway, now i’m standing alone in this room. we can’t be seen from everyone, but outside the window it’s no longer a blur, other couples took pictures of us, i’m now invisible to you, then everything goes around in a circle with the same couples, and it’s all a beautiful picture, from the back to the broken frame, i’m for you now i’m invisible, dear bye.

he was breathing rapidly. and without opening my soul, i forgave all my sins, but you, like a white angel , suddenly knocked on the door, and i opened it, on the golden moon, dreams yes...

there is only night here except us, it would turn into eternity, let's drive everything away, i only want to feel your shoulders, we can still dream, for us all the stars have fallen. and it’s so strange to know that for me you have become more important than air, with my breath, i will be

yours. so frankly, take another breath and we will find out that on the other side of the universe, we are all... where we fly with you, the sky is only so open here, take another breath and we will find out that on the other side of the universe, don’t stop breathing , squeeze my fingers tighter, i will.

remember your smell, so that later you will need it, with a slow dance of eyelashes, i will draw into the wind, you don’t look down anymore, so that midnight doesn’t notice you with my breath, i will be your tribute. it’s so open here, take another breath and we’ll find out that on the other side of the universe, we ’re flying with you all, the sky is only so open here, make more widows and we’ll find out

that... on the other side of the universe, we’ve cut ourselves off, we’ve cut ourselves off . honored artist of the republic of belarus, zhanette and the fusion dance project. thank you, videvsky, we will introduce you to our people.

the honor guard performs the tasks of ensuring state events, meeting and seeing off first persons arriving on the territory of our country. they have a lot of interesting stories behind them. and when i started working, i started working, i had the feeling that i was in the vatican, a kind of state within a state, with its own clear structure, each unit commander.

watch the belarus project on the belarus 24 tv channel. our orbits are unpredictable. but we meet pozolo souls, in those cities where they walk streets, bright people, in love with life, the solar wind can flow, united us together more than once, someone rocks my days of time, but decides nothing for us, the colors of this world, we... we choose ourselves, between

us, attraction, between us, you and i... mits with different fields, between us , holding between us, those coincidences are not accidental, or love leads us along the earth, so we live in the rays of inspiration, on some single wave , get up window shopping in the evening. not twilight, life goes on here now, our arbits are unpredictable, our love is only for us, the reds of this world,

we choose ourselves, there is attraction between us, between us, you and i are magnets. with different fields between us there is an attraction between us. the colors of this world, we choose ourselves, between

us in movement, between us, with you and me , magnets. with different fields, between us, attraction, küne, kileusz lubich , accompanied by a ballet dance crew.

little, little, the little girl squealed, she laundered the little one at night, and the little one, no, she laundered. little squealed, little varba, that the kohannya did not open up to its gentleman herself, and near the vine the grass is gray, with tears in the air, and the darba alone is timid, i know the waist of the kakhana, the waist of the kakhane is light, the red dawn. thy sacred words, what to speak to adnam, the bright panyaska of the dawn of arms, these sacred words, what to say to adnam,

oh, this veraza, i have two hands, enchanting the late spring of the meadow battles, young, little, värva swayed, because it was

green and withered, and i didn’t believe it myself, the songs of the song sang, the little varba, the little datupa. the whole body bowed and parted, sing the songs the little willow groaned, and the oak tree jumped... the whole crane groaned and roared, oh darba, oh darba, oh darba, oh, willow!

i know what’s happening to me, and what’s next for me, maybe sudzhana would be hell, because i’m shaking two of them, i’m just saying, everything is empty, people seem to be, not... arma, i’m

bad, bad, bad, bad. , the mountain is not bad, the will is bitter, you may, i didn’t tell anyone any... the words were guessing on the karal, the heat is peak and the sun is high, everything is empty, people seem to be, it’s not for nothing that i’m a ready-made mountain.

god forbid, you've ruined yourself, you're going to let the world be free, you've gone into hibernation for a long time, and now the tradition has begun to fade away. it’s just that the rivers are empty, everything is empty, people seem to be, it’s not for nothing that i’m bad, i’m bad, a mountain of bad, a mountain of bad.

the most popular belarusian folk songs are killing us! and yashche adna is such a jumping sapraudnaya song. varanoga horse for a ford. little guy, by the hand. the horse's horse is at

the mooring, the young man is at the table, the lake is shining, the geese are flocking, the wide-eyed matchmakers are going, go out, go out, dzyauchyna, go out to the water, boiled horse, austasenna, young vanechka, honey, wine, all the lakes, geese

bat, wide dear, matchmakers are coming. skiyaga vozira, strengthening here, wide dear, matchmakers are coming, vozera, vydzi, vydzi, dzyauchyna, perai bezvatou, sіnya, gra, vydzi,

vydzi, dzyauchyna, honored artist of the republic of belarus irina darofeeva, ensemble of the department of choreography bela russian state university of culture and arts. jakui, my dears. minsk and moscow are not changing their integration course. presidents lukashenko and putin will cooperate more closely in minsk confirmed this. we can confidently state that the economies of belarus and russia are developing dynamically, despite various kinds of obstacles. we don’t need war, today we spoke only about peaceful prospects, but in disputes we keep it to ourselves. our

potential in armies and weapons, all this constitutes a tremendous force, there is everything for every taste. dessert for export. sludoch, as an example, today produces more than 100 types of products. it is made from natural raw materials, we bring the best with love. cookies, candies, gingerbreads, marshmallows, waffles, the most delicious quality control awaits us. main topics on the main broadcast. watch on tv channel belarus 24.

this forest is so stayutstsa, the ladies don’t give up, our words, our song are in the fire, in may... yes, i’m trying to torture me, who’s tight, who’s laughing, who’s in pain, and you, if you go, anatole, i don’t keep secrets, i’ll say it’s hot, if i’m still going, then

there’s no need for it, if it’s a mess. i'm going with my belarus, then tomorrow and the light will disappear, ah, may, sudouinya, fall garu life is gone, cyper sunburn, and not native, that the year is already farther, but ў... native kahaney and miley, gety komin, gety ganak, gety fruit, on someone else's day of life, like another year. but you know , you are torturing me, you are going to go and what is the price? i don’t keep a secret, i say i’m burning,

if i’m still going, then i’m no longer needed, if i’m going to fight for my... yoy belarus, then tomorrow and the world will be revealed, i don’t keep... a secret, i say i’m burning , if i’m going anyway, then there’s no need for it, if

i’m going anyway, from my belarus, who will be there tomorrow the light is taken away from the world. until tomorrow i will return to the light of our dreams, good evenings, dear friends, good evenings for

you, a few of our songs at your request, as caress, to the ruins of old women, grandfathers, fathers, children. in the zavalenka the chistushki are singing until dark, in the zavalenka it has warmed up, consider that all the relatives, if a song is sung here, the whole village will sing along, zavalenka, zavalenka, make noise and then we can, trouble will fall like a mountain of splich, everything will go the way, small, zavalenka, all relatives nearby, be embarrassed zavalenko recognize me as yours, oh, be embarrassed zavalenko, recognize me as yours, nazavalenkoy

seriously, old people are buzzing about the house, good bread of thunderstorms, thundering over the hill, in the rubble there are problems, and not seeds of the ust and regional scale. and almost worldwide. zavalenka, zavalenka, it’s noisy, otherwise we’ll put ointment on it. the worst will happen, everything will go as it should. zavalenka, zavalinka, all relatives nearby. oh, make room for zavalenka, recognize me as yours. oh, make room for zavalenka, recognize me as yours. oh, on the rubble of the old woman, oh, there is

fire in the eyes, on the rubble, the cleanses warm the soul under the accordion, sat down on the rubble, you think that everyone is relatives, my village scattering does not end, the rubble, the rubble, it’s noisy, otherwise it’s ointment. trouble will fall like a mountain of gossip, everything will go as it should. a mess, a mess, all the relatives nearby. oh, make room for zavalenka, recognize me as yours. oh, make room for zavalenka, admit it as yours. zavalenka, zavalenka, is noisy, the atom is freezing. trouble will fall like a mountain of gossip, everything will go as it should. he'll fail! zavalenka, all my relatives nearby, oh, squeeze out zavalenko, recognize me as yours, mine, squeeze out

zavalenko, recognize me as yours. i remember from my father’s dyatsinsk order

i understood the bastards. good people, with you it is so easy, with you it is so bright, with the saint and in the future, for this, kind people, so many gifts were given at prices, their share gave me, different people.

the life's troubles, good pains, different people's life's troubles, the life's good pains, good people, here and far, good people, with you. so light, with you so bright, with the saint and with you, for the sake of this, kind people, skinned grass and a pure race, the light will flow with you, only then, when

i'll be with you, kind, kind people, just then, if i'll be with you, kind, kind people, kind people, here and far, kind people, it's so easy with you, it's so light with you. at the saint's day, for the sake of geta, good people, kind people, here and far away, good people, with you it is so easy, with you so light, with the saints and in the city, for the sake of the geta, kind. i

, people, dance for geta, good people, dance for geta, good people! people's artist of belarus anatoly yarmolenka, syabry ensemble and white dew ensemble,

the search for happiness on the road, for those who are... happy a penny to live, not a field to cross, what you sow, what you reap, don’t strive to see everything, curb your thirst for life, like... yes, smile bitterly for everything , thank you like a kitten, the bot guards the flood, the bird illuminates the heaviness with golden fire , the mountains are covered with gray, the blue bears the news, burning patterns of ice, the sun is setting, happy is the one who does what he loves. who knows how to appreciate every moment of his life and does not waste it on trifles, everyone can do the impossible, experience the unexperienced, the most important thing is to move forward confidently and believe in yourself

goals. don’t put everything off until tomorrow, hurry to live, rejoice, feel, look for inspiration from time to time, try to stop in the pursuit of happiness and just be happy. inspiration can be found in a person who lives for the sake of his dream, how much is needed for happiness, nothing at all, a ray of hope, do not betray yourself, do not give up, never deviate from the intended path, and just love life, be happy, touching the innermost secret, open your heart to knowledge. the world lives in humble harmony, unites everyone with kindness, like the kitten of the gritsa knitting needles, guards the raft,

the golden fire of the zhartitsa illuminates the heaviness, the mountains are covered with gray hair, the dove carries the news, we burn it into patterns, honeycomb. we’ll leave anyway, like a kitten is dying, cutting the different fruit with salted fire, the fryer illuminates the larvae, the mountains are covered with light, carries the gola to eternity, burning the knots, the sun will go away, the tomato will go away with the sun.

flowers to the participants of the concert from the republican organizing committee of the international arts festival slavic bazaar in vitebsk and from the grateful.