this is a sweet song for me. palessya sings zhykhars. vessy guchyts palyashutskaya language. i are wise, myastsov people, conversant with the natural world, adzinay asnova, they have their own genetic code. the beads are here, and they sit on the skin of the skin and sit on the nests. and from the sunny waters... from the bottom and from the bottom of the marshes the bright garats. the bright sky is bright above the edge, the people are working hard, with the kind words of the meeting, ask for something from the karagot.

the fall of the white wings of buslo gomelshchyna, who changed the gomel region from the historical settlement of belarusian lands and the past i'm sorry for everything. palesyu, and the leshuks managed to save the halo - traditions. now we

are holding in our hands a unique creation of art: the neglyubka towel, for which reason neglyubka has become familiar to the whole world. the assemblage of non-glyubian manuals is that patterns and symbols that can influence their interaction give rise to sacred senses. for their high quality, the elements of the ornament are carefully chosen, and the skin of them is used for something else. good luck.

the summer is red, the sun is clear, the summer is red, let's go, the girls are green, hey-hey, the sun is green, we're going to sleep, let's go for a walk, hey, hey hey! we're stupidly cold, let's go to bed, we're stupidly cold, let's go to sleep, let's go for a walk!

weird girl, miracle girl, miracle girl, miracle girl, miracle girl, weird girl, there were gentlemen standing there, and little boys in the streets. pershy kazha, i love, pershy kazha, i love, uh, taechka, na taechka, miracle-miracle, miracle-girl, miracle-miracle, weirdo, there were

cavalry in the streets mauchok, others, kazha, i 'll take, others, kazha, me vazmu, uh, taechka, natroechka, miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle, there stood the cavalry along the street silently, tretsi, i’ll die, tretsi, i’ll die, eh, taechka, nataechka, miracle, miracle , miracle, miracle, miracle, weirdo, there stood the cavalry along the street, a little girl, two little oak trees, two little oak trees, two little barrels.

the dearest sir is not familiar with the earth of the birth

of the tsudona yama and the people of zhura in the forest. yana, as we are from the edge of this year, angry loved ones, naked land, we are wandering around everything that we know, the truth of the world, and the truth. they rejoiced over us, the brodki radzimi, the chygavichs, and between the spraying

waters they took up crafts, the outflows of the cathedrals began to flow. kirila adkryzhnaya spiritualnosti layer of love. bolitsa region, we are all wandering around, that the cure has been created, the beauty and the beauty and the enlightenment, the process of our gathering. good evening, dear fellows, we welcome you,

dear saviors, in a cultural connection with all our beloved land, the gomel region, and we kindly ask you from the musical vantrouk of palessi, and with this connection we will become our companions carb, neglyubski towel. the bright yes began to play, it was warm mokutala, the summer will be hot, oh, love is confused, it deserves its head!

and the sun will follow,

nestling in the chest, like a bird, what is ahead? so don't twirl around i am the head sleeper, and you are the envious legit, in the wake of the sun, i am with you in the chest, under the free bird, what is there ahead, it is not a shaking of the people, it is not the head that is spinning, but the sleeper, but you fly for the spring, we are friends, but our own, this ahead, deliberately not the little one is turning my head, but

the blond one, and you hover, fly in the wake of the sun, silently, thoughtfully swaying hands, weavers, a thread diving at...

the white berezhonka, soon the dawn of the red queen, say something. i’ll say a word in advance, to whom my dear friend, he’s here.

verra nasha faith is old. faith of our saints tsar, faith is eternal, faith is glorious, our faith is orthodox, faithful. faith, glorious, our

faith, orthodox, faith, torment of knezhuva narodni, le tezova, faith is eternal, faith is glorious, our faith, orthodox, faith, eternal faith, glorious, our faith, orthodox,

orthodox people sveski enlightened everything urgently illuminated faith is eternal faith is blessed , faith is eternal, faith is glorious, our faith is righteous,

the people of humanity are enlightened on the earth by the russians .

the hosts of the travel show know exactly how to behave when visiting, if you are in a bad mood, leave it here with you, take it with you only kindness, smiles. and the warmth of your eyes, great, what you need today and what you need, come with us, come here too, you are my good one, this is history, you understand, foreign students travel around belarus, study its history, explore the sights, this place is unique not only for the city of myadel, but it is also unique for...

he means to come to you on an excursion, and you call him to the legislative office after some time, all summer belarus was called to goddze in the 1980s. hell of a fascist heap. gomelshchyna adkryla of the most holy holidays from this year of god 23rd june 2023

of the year. menavit, at this day, at the very beginning of the intense battle for the day , the garad pastoralists of kamaryn, first in the territory of belarus, were summoned. on the 26th of the fall of 1943, we saved our lives... we were happy with our lives in gomel. and what does the tragic fall of our cultural compass reveal? it is obvious that among the weavers there was no image that symbolized death, pain, grief. only kindness, only any kind and fee for a man. all these centuries-old humanist ideals. there ў'. at the pavanai, the weights of the janchyns were weaving towels, because the meetings are constantly changing, and the yashches were collected at times and labor for the day

of the farm hand, in which they laid the little things of god and the summoned ones, they were thrown out and the men’s house, they carried them to the kingdom, tied on the paklonny khrest perad veskai. spring is over the abelisks, it is full of colors, hope and love again soar like a crane, but the bitter echo of war, to break the sanctity of silence, rings for us. the old napatians will tell you that soldiers lie here, the earth remembers fallen soldiers,

lovers. they quietly look at us from the memorial plaques of those who gave in life his own and believed in victory was close. the bells of empty glories and the desks of white harm remind us of the days for all the monstrous views in my sons left for peace for the house for you and me for victory in life alone. the fourth

everyone became a hero, the earth remembers, the burnt ola, everyone who died in the conflagration, remembers the road leading to you, and the terrible camp, kosarichi, the earth remembers, the torment of children, the red rope, how souls fell. straight into the sky, but they believed in our victory, a mournful tear will be shed, we bow our heads.

we are the eternal, terrible memories zhahi vayn, ya akhvyar u lagera mertsi azarychy, burnt vessy.

dawn came, but the light faded, the tailor joseph with his wife and daughter hani, hundreds of thousands of people, a crowd of jews on the way to trostenets, when one fate was upon... him, everything is just as scary, only the children should not notice, the amulet is imagining, and he the sky is powerless , you hear joseph crying, the sky, you hear the sky, honey, my girl, close your eyes. hapa is with

you, khani, my daughter, the heavens are waiting for us, believe me, khani, there are angels singing on the clouds. hani sing, hani, my gold, no, we are not they will kill, believe me, the hysterical lyceptic dog, the same like short words of german speech.

the hands on the clock are frozen, how endless and the road to heaven is, love is imposed with death, love is death, but... love, it is always stronger, and great sorrow is in the eyes, and you can’t hide it, the sky you can hear iose crying, the sky , do you hear, the sky, honey, my girl, close your eyes, dad is with you. hari, my daughter, the heavens are waiting for us, believe me, harari, there

are angels singing on the clouds, hari, they are singing, they are my gold, no, they won’t kill us, believe me, believe me. what we lost in the war, besides friends in battle, in medical battalions, blood and time that will not

return to us, and houses that were looted and burned, i think about when i can’t sleep. we are the flesh that was burned with iron of all kinds, we dream of pain, we are surrounded by the shadows of sallow faces, in the agony of clenched mouths, only with us, only with us is she who was seething in bursts without a bottom, with her memories as dreams, will completely go away, will completely die . war. in early may, the geese arrive. and in the blue sky they shout joyfully. i hear

their voice and remember. those who did not return from the war. soldier, my count of years along these miles is peaceful, in the flocks that fly into the blue, when i hear the swan’s cry, i will wipe away an unbidden tear from my eyes, beat you as swans, do not disturb the divine sleep, and to the fallen heroes

of the fatherland, memory of the heart and low bow, spring comes with the song of the swans. and the song flows, ringing in the heavens, someday in such a jasmine spring, my son, but not me, will hear the song, he will remember with verse sadness, sadness, sadness to change. and my flock, look, son, how the swans fly, not the father’s gaze that told him, noticing

you will cry, swans, do not disturb the divine sleep.

i love this song, i remember my grandfather from the past. the whole war, he drank from the hardships of olbat, but did not become embittered, he retained

love, humanity, compassion, maybe that’s why i became a doctor, i remember, my son remembers, belarus remembers, will always remember. let’s sit with my father, we’ll sit together, on the chairs, until the morning, until the morning, we’ll talk, then donkey, tadudyn, tadudan, tadudam, and across the river

the lights are melting, silence, you can’t see, you can’t hear, the lights are melting like fireflies, grace, and the river flows, pebbles are rolled along the bottom and it gets hot. for us , grandmother, pancakes with sayings, russian, wonderful, they will be very tasty with bones, and the river flows, my sunny grandfather, was balagur, tadudyn, tadudam, tadudam, sunny day, won the war and returned home with orders,

let’s sit with my father and sing quietly , about the canoe that walks through the fields, i was a son, i will become a father, my grandfather’s face, and the river flows, rolls pebbles along the bottom, and bakes them for us, grandma bakes pancakes for us , they, russians, will be sad, they will be very skeletal delicious, and the river flows, new turn, my blood flows in my vein, and my father’s river flows, and the river flows. and the river

flows, millions of constellations break space into... sub-spaces in your place of an eternal quest along the gray walls, let your heart go up to find out. there is more than once, the sky is always for us, 50 light even in the dark, because the heart is sharper than a thousand eyes, the stars on your head can be reached with your hand if you walk, if you

live, if you know how to remain yourself. in a world of broken lines, rivers often overflow their banks, on your parallel there is another storm, among the furious downpours, among their movements, unnecessary words, even the sun darkens, but i recognized it. with your head, you can reach with your hand if you walk,

if you don’t leave, if you know how to remain yourself. you will find out for yourself more than once, the sky is always for us, the next light even in the dark, because the heart, but four thousand voices, the stars of us, with the head, can be reached with the hand.

there, a fiery crayfish appeared on the towel, which the weavers called a fluffy wing, this wing on the bathhouse was saturated with the life-giving strength of fire, waters and earth, during the kupala night in the case of the burning fires, our products were sleeping , the poles with the stakes were on the top, the stake was smoldering and dipped into the water, such people have roofs. lands and vases - a sign of richness in iraja,

i want to water aiming, in the field of the speck of a vase, fresh from the waters of the forest, with a full head, i will die from smagile. i didn’t drink marni, even i can get drunk from lesya, i’ll drink in my valley, i ’ll come, my dear, i won’t tempt you, i’ll take you

to get drunk, i’ll be full. in the spring, in the spring of the vyadzertsy, i am going to the spring, the clear forests of the forest, i remember the distance, which is not very sweet, in the tsyabeni. henna, i’m running and running, neva, by the way, i’m in hell in the forest, i’m in the distance, you’re in the forest, i’m in

my memory, i’m in my memory, i’m in my memory, i’m in my memory. opposite the night little one,

the right one, and only non-glyubchanka muggles weave your mara on the handle and wear it on your kahana. revealed by the young people of that garden and the tree in the tent, the fir tree, in the language of the adkachy, the old love sign of a new life, and the fir tree has a rhombus with roofs inside, the arms of the married men, the symbol of the woman and the man a packet. i will go further a thousand times, and i will let's go with happiness, because such a deputy is in charge of your

towel, neglyubskaya master. i won’t pray to the sky, my souls are all bright, the flames are burning, i don’t need anything, i don’t need anything, i’m chomping at the chick, because there’s no father. choven, my, choven, pavyazi me there, dze kahany any, times bud. let's be

forever dear, my dear brother, my family, dze kahany lyuby, pavazi me there, yadda kahany , lyuby, there was no more earth on earth. us, we thought that the whole world was the whole world, you and me, we understood that we slept for an hour, we don’t know what we sleep for, at the same time,

on the handles of the belarusian negliubka and jumping weights of nawazybka and krasnagorsk districts, there is a range of age-old patterns, such as the sun, the month, the dawn, the sown fields, kalasy, dreva zhytstya. everything. yany adnosyatstsa yes hour agulna-slavic unity. and now our sign of the handbrake with the gentle work of the bridge and the way it connects us with our good brothers and sisters from the branska region. for nearly a year now, branchyn and gomelshchyn have been cultivating the pabracim anosins. pavazhanya syabry, dazvoltse

prastavits spyavachka from branska, aўtar shmat.

the depths of centuries, the sounds of the herd of ancestors, voices, full of wisdom, we are the children of our land, preserving, as father and mother bequeathed to us, if the people of our native land, the origins of the gift, their christ, should not lose,

it is important. you don’t have to tear up the fire on the way sirtsy and in your time. let's go to hell, my beloved land, we are the owners of our land, we are the owners of our land, we are the owners of our land. to your gifts to our historical people, let us not leave

your land! they are shaking, we are the owners of our land, you are the current gifts of our historical people, we are here to stay.

issued meats of belarus with shmatvikovy history. we can find out the same doilism from the right-wing architecture, for example, from synkavich and malamazheika. we dachify the round pots there in the tanks of the budynka. and round velvets are typical for this period of time. glory to the family of the platars, we here recognize the name of the platars and all the astatine knots of the past, they floated to the pharmaceutical centers of the country and many extraordinary people, not easily fallen typical

it becomes adbivaetsya in the way of life of extraordinary people, and the temple, the house of god's thoughts not only in the months of malitva, but also in the months of paratunka, and also in the months of paratunka, and also in the months of paratunka. cultural-asvetnitskiy project, architecture of belarus. gety kastsel does not end and ў savetskiy periods.

i am connected with this roar both during my childhood, at school, and as an adult, we live, look at the water, enjoy life, but now, when the swamp has been cultivated, when the birds have returned, when we go out, we sit down, we hear this singing, some kind of connection with nature happened. a project about how modern poleshuks live, now my life has been spent with bees, because i love them, they understand me, watch on tv channel belarus 24.

snettsa, i sleep with my native land, kali sonenka launcher, sertsa has a song dushkarvetstsa, gray music, nadzembala, gray, gray moztsek, nadzembala,

neshta in the sertsakh peralivam zalata koladzima merchant palav napaunya region, native kut of any dzyatsinstva, songs of our hellishness, play music, don’t sleep on the edge,

hell in belarus their ruins, our neglyubskas adroznіvayutstsa the greatest difference in the arginal geometrical and linear ornaments and how expressive and paetical the yangs are heard only by listening to the kazelchy kucharauk knitting at the stings of the wings steeply apple horns in frog legs. and now

we welcome you to some ornaments dating back several thousand years, the favorite colors of the meeting at the meeting were white, red and black, and only now the towels became red-hot. kalyar farbs, kalyar dreams, panades on the asphalts were recognized by the yans, panades of dust, shtodzenny, between fashionable people, they are sorry it’s all over, it’s a pity, all over, what ’s going to happen there. kalyarovy slarbs, panets ўsey,

only returned, і shukatsy svoy, we do not require learned phrases, only heaven knows, everything is right with us. and hell, the lords of the sleeping world, our fallen land is tired. this paradise, berai, uzdymayutstsa panad azerami, tamymnіchі ўzoramі, zazyayutsya snow, kolyarovyh fakva,

paenets ўsoy, only berta, іshu everyone their own.

knock-knock, check the sound, we're a super show, that's good, woah, woah, hey mom, get off the couch, dance with us, what's under my feet, dj presses play, no time.

who came up with these children stop-top, light up non-stop, we are with hundred of faith, we sing not to the flâneurs, oh, music, sounds are always with us, where are your hands, let's dance, yes, yes, you are nowhere without us, here on the tapola , you are already a superstar, valosphe san miracle giants are better in sochi dear, expensive beans si dorimi, dore mi beans si dorimi, dore mi pasoli sieve,

dore mi, dore mi beans sieve, dore mi, dore mi beans si dore mi, dore mi beans sidu .

academicians won’t believe it, he’s no bigger than a broom, an agate, an eternal jumper, a runner, the pusher, the jumper and the grabber are a perpetual motion machine, a perpetual jumper, a runner, a pusher, a jumper and a grabber, for a thousand years scientists and inventors have been wasting their time on this problem, the physicist dad is working on a device with current, and the child is spinning. at his side is a perpetual motion machine, an eternal jumper, a runner, a pusher, a jumper and

a grabber, this is a perpetual motion machine, a perpetual jumper, a runner, a pusher, a pusher and a grabber, we have a thing for sons and dobchek, even if there is still a nuclear source, all gas and oil reserves will run out, it’s just important that we have, it’s very important that our children never end up; they’re a perpetual motion machine, a perpetual jumper, a runner, a pusher, a jumper and a grabber - they’re a perpetual motion machine, a perpetual jumper, a runner, a pusher, a jumper and a reeler - they’re a perpetual motion machine, a perpetual jumper , squirrel, pusher, jumper, kicker, perpetual motion machine, perpetual jumper, kicker pusher, kogacatel kicker is a perpetual motion machine, eternal jumper...

tsemra i medy cold, zen praminu i chyshynya. dumat pallet panad goradam, dze praz fog great soul, herbs and flowers are born, our life is full of fire, you just need to believe in us, i am not hell, you are not...

a small thing, but steeply further, as far as we know , everything is small for us, everything will be, you understand, there are a lot of apples in the sky , sir maygo, eternal fire, wide routes, you received a transmission from us, published tomorrow. be sure to stop at the same time from the very beginning of life to avoid the pain of life

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the neglebsky towel is the anthem of our native land, our native land, which connects belarus with our cultural ancestor. in all the world, there it is often on the ruins of the ancient tree of life. our gomel dachshund can be likened to trees, volatas, oaks, for i am the most powerful nation in the region of belarus, and the karanas that trample

these trees are our rich sapdina, gonar and yearly palishuko ў. it’s symbolic and the fact that gomelshchyna is a belarusian miniature, the unexpected marks on the back of the palate outline the outline of the entire republic. belarus, you are our leader and faith, you are the skin of our souls, you are our song belarus. cable of belarus, you lands, princesses, you can't

bezena beaded with wind. you are a song, you are a mother, a brother, you are our love, i am from the krynits of the water, i drink in the hai, i am trying to escape to my land for the serfs. i’m tired of the brave voices, you’re still on your land, landler, you’re at the edge of the land, you’re in my mind, i sat down with peace and song. i am the very

mother of the radzina, you are our dear mother, the bull cannon will rise to the heights, and the great one will return to her good land. i'll be inspired by the songs of the snow, the heat and the sun, i 'll spoil myself for my land, the land of belarus, you right, clear, you’ve been ringing, you’re a buzzard,

you’re the song yourself, patrynets.

we are requesting the scene of the senior lady of the gomel ablasnaga of the vykanaўchaga kamіtet of ivan ivanavich krupko.

good evening, dear friends, allow me to introduce you once again with great pride. the pearl of the gomel land, talented, unique, creative groups of performers from the south-east of our belarus, to your applause, probably, performing on the main stage of the country is a high honor. but at the same time pass a very serious exam not only for our artists, but all residents of the gomel region, this responsibility is very important, as we came to it,

you judge, but judging, being in the hall, believe me, the artists performed. i would say that today’s concert is probably a high lace dance performance by artists who today created with their souls, probably all of them together, each individually, can and do collect concerts of true art connoisseurs. and today at this concert all the most worthy people gathered,

believe me, it’s exciting not only for me, for the one who came here, came, but exciting for all of them, they came here the best of the best, as if for the olympic games, and... thanks to their creativity, thanks to the fact that they preserve our national culture, in every piece of our corner, in every corner of our country, this our originality, this is probably our national core, so our dear artists, please accept my most sincere words of gratitude for your talent, for your creativity.

so, darlings, we will live, produce harvesters, grow bread, tell fortunes, hibernate, dance, and abavyazkova will live weaving on the famous neglyubsk hand-knots with...

in this world you and i are not alone, look, the sun on belarus, the brightness of the silyad, because he loves the light, than we will be kind, let him not know that i am in my heart now, we have skins , do not mix with love. the sun is above

us, will shine, know, goodness wins not only in fairy tales, open your heart to people with one breath, bring warmth of love into this world with you, we know that there is always someone to lend a shoulder to, go forward, regrets about what, friends will help , will stand next to you, glass, vasya, guys, he’s shining because he loves us all, what he will do is kind, let him not get tired, everything that is in my light now, we want

to solve.

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