one of the main starts this year, so i will say, great job, our representatives of all our sports who came to these competitions, we are participating for the first time , such a good result, you know, there is some kind of special attitude towards us, here i am i see that people’s attitude towards our president, towards our country is clear, here we are standing in front of our belarusian tractors, just now we talked with machine operators, people who work on machinery, they are delighted. they say: there is no better tractor, and for us it is so it’s nice, today it’s the economy, today it’s sports, well, belarus has a quality mark. i would like to note that the most gold medals in the brix games from our team were won by kayaker marina litvenchuk. rower vladislav kravets, as well as swimmers ilya shimanovich, alina zmushko and anastasia kuleshova became four-time champions. the country's folk show factorby continues its tour of belarus, today it stops at brest.

pre-castings in gomel, mogilev and minsk. for those who will not have time for the music selection, you can also send an application online to come to another regional city, ahead of the website tvr.by. further sports news, the results

of the week will be summed up by my colleagues on the main broadcast at 21:00. with this i say goodbye to you, have a good and good evening. dnepr loses to vitebsk in the match of the thirteenth round of the belarusian football championship 1:2 and extends its streak without a win to 10 matches. in five meetings in a row, the mogilev team lost. dango responded to ruslan severov's accurate strike. defender mikhail bashilov put an end to the match in the seventy-ninth minute. northerners rise to sixth place in the standings. i can only say one thing about the game, it’s very great that we won today, being in non-standard conditions for ourselves, we spent more time attacking, so i think this will help the guys gain a little skill and, well, become better. and at these moments belarus 5 is live. we are following

the match between zhodina, torpedo bilas, islach. the tour will end in the capital, at 20:00 the start of the central game, dynamo versus neman.

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 the ear, so that you look back and realize how quiet it is all around, whenever possible, go into nature, go to forests, fields, rivers, lakes, breathe fresh air, admire... the clear sky, listen to the singing of birds, the rustling of leaves . smile at the sun.

enjoy, notice this beauty around you. in harmony with... belarus 24 we tell you how to choose quality products for healthy dishes. when choosing zucchini, it is important to consider the method of their preparation; when choosing, it is important to pay attention to... the integrity of the fruit and its skin, in no case should there be any cracks or damage on the skin, a proper breakfast is the key to health and good mood. nikita, looking at the ingredients, i honestly can’t even imagine what you and i are cooking today,

and you will be preparing oatmeal pancakes with eggplant, and i will be preparing minced zucchini, today, friends, we are having a belly festival, an unforgettable and invigorating one. exercise the first exercise we will stretch the neck muscles, lower our head down, put our hand on our ear and we stretch the second hand back to the side, we will do this several times, watch the breakfast of the champion project on the belarus 24 tv channel. on june 22, 1941, nazi germany basely and

treacherously attacked the soviet union. the bloodiest war in human history has begun. the first day of the war and until the end of july 1944, belarus was occupied by the nazis. for 1133 days, the nazis and their accomplices tortured, killed civilians, destroyed cities and villages, erased our history from the face of the earth. according to ost's plan, our... forced germanization and use as slaves. every day the nazis

shot, burned, and gassed thousands of people. every centimeter of belarusian land. nourished by the blood of its inhabitants and soviet soldiers who brought victorious freedom. the pain of this war is in the genetic memory of every belarusian. she is the thread that connects generations. she cannot be forgotten, she cannot be betrayed.

over the pale forest, belarusian mats dance, in the song of everyone, in the song. all the earth brought zatu and lasta and flame, the earth was blazing, the sky winding up in the dead knowing, my golonast,

the sleepy partisan path could not be overgrown with these paths in the people's fate, bolteh has been stroking for a long time, lives in every heart to this day, in every our family, the little ones are with us...

we remember for whom the bells of wanton ring, oh

the bleeding wound of the red bank, about the heroism of the defenders of the bresse fortress, about the unconquered heroes of the war, our quiet memory, our loud truth about every fourth person who died in belarus. and maybe every third, there are maps of belarusian cities, beautiful, clean, created with love, and... what under they are ashes of pain and riverbeds of shed tears

of blood, and thousands of unfound soldiers march in their invisible parade, and with the echo of an unfinished war, here... shells are still exploding, you tell a child about the war, and the girl and... the boys are the same , they wanted to live in their country, they wanted to survive, just survive, you tell a child about the dreams of those girls and boys, heavenly, so that

an adult will remember. he always, children cannot die in someone else’s war, and there is no home, there is no such family in which everyone returned, survived, birds over the expanses of the earth, drinking... for us children who didn’t finish singing, didn’t finish playing, didn’t catch up with the day in which everyone remained happy, heaven wasn’t justified for the children, and people on earth weren’t

justified, you tell me. to a child about the war, about girls and boys, the same, they wanted to live in their own country, but did not want to survive, just survive, you tell the child about the dream, those girls and... heavenly naschikam, so that when he grows up, he always remembers, in children cannot die in someone else’s war, what could be more terrible on earth when children die innocently, and how

can a country forget about that... have you seen a forest where there is a clearing through, tell me, have you seen the forest where every second

pine tree is missing, or least of all the fourth, fourth. fourth, fourth, it was the same with my people, the ax of the military pile passed mercilessly through them, and the gaps, gaps, yanas and hay were not overgrown, the holy prastors, dead, you saw the forest, where there was a clearing through... tell me, did you see bor that fourth, fourth, fourth, third, third, third, flight cut short without time, and

the pain will embrace the soul like a black ribbon, a hero to you. eternity will call, will write your name on the list of the best, from your shoulder is kept warmly, the shoulders of friends in the ranks are closed, you were a faithful comrade and soldier, and the years will not heal this wound, leave the light, trust everyone, only the chosen ones are able to teach this. to leave a mark so that people on earth can live more honestly, more correctly, better, to leave a mark in history in

their hearts, to burn before their time for the fate of another, in order to earn a place in heaven. there is always a place for earthly deeds, you can’t recognize a face in old photos, but your homeland still remembers you, your work lives on to the end, your unwritten story, and i suppose... you have the best take away, he sends us trials more often, so that

someone tells his son the most important thing, take the example of real heroes, leave the light, for a long time not everyone will believe it, and the chosen ones are capable. to teach, to leave light, so that people on earth, life and honor in a puddle, can be placed in the history of hearts, rather before the deadline for the fate of another, in order to earn a place in heaven. there's always room.

to leave the light, believe me, is not given to everyone, only to the chosen ones who are able, this is the fate, to put the light on, so that people on earth, living more honestly, more correctly, better, will not be placed in history hearts, hurry up. like a goal in a second, in order to earn a place in heaven, there is always

a place, remember, my earth took the fight, from old to small, from a hundred-year-old talash to a baby goat, and every fourth, every fourth, every fourth fell prostrate. every fourth, every third.

the sky melted overhead, a fiery black hell, the fortress of bresto, the kursk arc, a soldier stood to the death, for his mother, gray with grief, for stalingrad and moscow, for his land in the scars of blood he stood up to death. hero, for his home , defense, that.

black birds, harbingers of death, their souls fell into the air, a soldier stood in a block of stone with his heart scorched to death, exhausted for leningrad by the enemy, he began to sing, unconquered, undefeated, stood up dead and walked. for their

dear home and together they went into an unequal battle , both old and young, not sparing you or in life, each faced death, each... like a soldier. there, behind the forests, behind the little stripes,

there, the peasant's flax was torn, there, the peasant's flax was torn, and there was land. you took my dad and my mother, you took my dad and my mother, take my orphan.

the sunset burns out without knowing sadness. the city is waltzing around the summer on the pavement, and the clock is not in a hurry, it’s as if they learned that we don’t need to rush home today, thousands, thousands of eyes, sweet happy ones, thousands, thousands...

and it will be repeated more than once, the first glance, the first waltz, words , words and dawn, sunset will fly by like birds, imperceptibly intertwining destinies, lace, thousands, thousands of eyes, lovely

happy ones. thousands, thousands of us, our most beloved ones, our dreams, lives!

the stars often burned when the sky turned black. on the ground there are cold traces of skin chatsverts skin chacverts.

the ringing of bells is a lot of crying.

his name, and innocent human flesh, and god, horrifying himself, for now the khatyn has been dumped. your heart in your chest, squeezing the minutes of memory , counting the minutes of memory, counting now.

crying beat against the walls of the oven, the door gave way under the pressure of business, and behind it were executioners with a gun. they shot people, mothers went crazy, we hugged dead children, fog, black

smoke, fog, laughter. thousands of passions, holy god, dear god, is it really so mocking? he may lose his own son, his heart will grow under his shirt, he will weave gardens over the stupid place, you i remained a beggar, no family friends, no son, oh my sad fate.

and the stinking ringing of stakes, bells.

during the years of nazi occupation on the territory of belarus, 209 cities, more than 12,300 villages and hamlets were destroyed and burned, more than 3 million civilians died. and prisoners of war,

the enemy organized over 560 places of mass extermination of people, death camps, in which experiments were carried out on prisoners with infectious diseases, gases, poisoned food, bullets, experiments on sterilization of men and women, only in the camp trostenets death... 546 thousand people were exterminated, concentration death camps for children operated, including the donor children's concentration camp krasny bereg. from the territory of this camp, almost 2.0 children were taken to germany for experiments, in the camp itself on children 8-14 years old, mostly girls. they urgently drew blood for the wounded german soldiers, from most of them the blood

was taken completely, and the files were burned, mom, mom, don’t rush, sit with me a little, mom, mommy, tell me, is it possible to shoot at children? mom, it’s scary, very scary and dark, cold and... and you can’t save spring, it seems like everything was so

long ago, only the children can’t forget the war, there’s no home, and where this house was, there were only mother’s eyes and rockets at night. the heavens were filled with fire, my mother’s voice sounded in me, “you will live, my dear, and i will be a candle in the window, i will be a noisy roar, my mother’s voice sounded in

me, my dear will live, ah.” i will be a candle in the window, there will be noise far away, a poor and cold land, without love, without joy and sleep, the years passed, and at night... it burned me with horror war, anew, anew we learned to forgive, to understand joy and love, just

don’t forget about the war, mom’s voice asks many of us. my mother’s voice sounded in me, my dear one, you will live, and i will be a candle in the window, i will be a noisy river to soothe suffering, you are with me. shared, my mother’s voice saved me, and saved my life, my mother’s voice saved me, and

saved my life. every fourth, every fourth, every third, every third. every fourth was dead, i rest in eternal peace, every third was exhausted, mutilated, crippled, every second person had wounds, burns,

scars on his body, all of us, we all had wounds in our souls. the birds fell asleep, the candles got cold, yesterday i fell asleep. but my heart asks, the main thing is to tell you, before the dawn flares up outside my window, and

i would like dust on the ground where you walked, the one that remembers the footprint of your boots, don’t rush to leave this morning, you will never be alone, the window is open , let me be moonlight. i treasure your dream as the most precious gift to you. i have been waiting for you for so many long winters, and my heart

asks you to tell you the most important thing now, but i would like was on the ground where you walked the road. let the one who remembers the trail of your dogs, do not rush to leave this morning, you will never be alone, and i would like the volga over the tsonnaya river, for two to reign brightly. don’t rush to leave this morning, you’re only mine, now

you’re mine, you’re mine! and i would like dust on the ground where you walked, on the road that remembers the trace of your feet, do not rush to leave this morning. you will never be alone,

you are mine! the trenches and pits shone, the stones gaped, the body of my belarus turned into one wound.

i will fold my wings over the abyss, from freedom flying drunk, i don’t regret anything for a long time, i haven’t listened to anything for a long time, except the truth and god, which gives me strength to rise again, go forward, to the end, to hold you for your father, for your children, for your wife and mother. to prove, to the fullest, to fly, to swim, to the end on earth,

to be a man, i’m no longer afraid of not being able to make it, everything was paid for by me yesterday, and it’s not scary, it doesn’t matter anymore, to leave something unsaid, not to sing, if it’s true and my god that gives strength, lifts you up again, leads you forward, to hold yourself to the end, for your father, for your children, for wife and mother, prove, complete, fly to... wash to the end to be a human on earth.

to hold yourself to the end, for your father, for your children, for your wife and mother, to prove, to crawl, to fly, to swim, to the end. to be a man on earth to the end and to hold you for your father, for your children, for your wife and mother to prove that you are a man to the end on earth.

to be a man to the end on earth, to be a man. the may day painted the sky with happiness and a fireworks from a thousand guns, millions of lives for the victory, people will not forget this price, it was burned for the children.

smart unborn for the soldiers who became an obelisk, before their unburned spirit, we bow our heads in a low bow, millions of great-grandfathers and grandfathers... gave our lives a continuation for this great day of victory, kneel before them, millions of great-grandfathers and grandfathers, we live , and we are their

continuations for the great... and this day of victory, kneel before them. may weiss circled for ten years, medals and millions were blown in the wind, remembering the victory. never betrayed her, for the dawn over a peaceful land, for those who will never rise, for being alive we are with you, we keep holy van in our hearts.

millions of great-grandfathers and grandfathers gave our lives a continuation for this great day of victory, kneel before them, millions for our sake. we live and we are their continuation for this great day of victory, stand up, kneel before them.

how many days have passed without news, without plowing, memory, how many sweaty children have burst into mines, treating skin wounds. and that rahunak is fishy, ​​and that rahunak is not solid, but the damage is more dry.

that damage is not forgotten, the clearings are not overgrown, children, you have learned your lesson, children, you they conjugated, i’m going, you’re going, but he’s not coming, he’s dead. i sing, you sing, every fourth, every third is silent.

do not wake up the sleeping soldiers, either at night or at dawn, but without having fulfilled their duty, they sleep selflessly, in tranquil eternity, contrary to all earthly laws, violating the order of heaven, deciding our destinies evil for us. cut short their age when they were young, the soldiers sleep, they see dreams, where there is sun, there is no war, but it is not they who are walking, but us,

soldiers are sleeping along the happy roads, they believe in us, they believe in their feat, not one person will give them forever. without forgetting the price of peace, do not wake up the sleeping soldiers with distrust or ridicule, they have forgiven us sinners a lot, but they will not forgive betrayal, and one day for those who... forget their glory memory, they will again stand among us to leave their lives in battle , holy

soldiers see dreams where there is sun and no war, but it is not they who are walking, but us along the happy road, the soldiers are sleeping, they believe in us. soldiers sleep and see dreams where there is sun and no war. not a single person has ever forgotten

the price of peace. blowing soldiers, don't wake up, soldier, hello children, i don't have children, but everyone who finds this letter, imagine that you are my children, you... are my future, i believe

that we can defend our homeland, that you will have a peaceful life, whether i live to see it, it doesn’t matter, i believe that my love for my native land will pass on to you, because it is impossible not to love it, we die for it for you, and you take care of it for your children, take care, those for themselves for us, the scars of the earth will hide under the flying cities. from

ships to the sun itself, and as long as we do not forget the bitter truth of war, it will not return, we will win, we will win everything, if under sky... above it, peaceful sky, god's abode, peaceful sky, keep it holy, lord, give us wisdom and strength, to make happy the sky above the world. the sky is above the world, we have been given by inheritance,

the sacred right, to see the smiles of children continue, the memory of heroes lives above the shore, and for the sake of peace. must be preserved, we will win, we will win everything, if under one sky, a peaceful sky, an abode of god, a peaceful sky, holy guards. go, lord, give us

wisdom and strength, make happy the sky above the world, heaven, grace, peace is my sky, protector, lord. and give us wisdom and strength to make the sky above the world happy, lord, give us wisdom and strength, to make the sky above the world happy, sky above the world.

how many of them were left alive, witnesses of that terrible war, who saw everything with their own eyes, who were freezing in the trenches on the front line, who were starving. died in besieged leningrad, with all their strength, they worked day and night to ensure that the front stood and moved forward, those who survived... in burned villages and nazi slavery, heroes whose feat none of the living dares to challenge, when

the last heroes, dear eternity will go away, we the book of memory... let's open it, destinies will come to life again, on every page we live, a unique spring, heroes' faces look at us, and names rush into the soul, remember. those while you live, people, remember, for your happiness, your youth, their life, their youth is the price, remember, heroes,

alive, people, remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, while their names sound, eyes, eyes pierce years, unconquered eyes, in them the honor and courage of the people, and a mother’s tear. the voice of the heart sounds in batom, preserve your homeland and peace, and tell your children more often who their blessed for life, remember, while you live,

people, remember, for your happiness, remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, while their names sound.

remember, while you live, people, remember, for your happiness, your youth, their life, their youth, remember, you are alive, people, remember, the heroes are alive, people, remember, while their names are heard, remember!

the policy of genocide carried out by the nazis during the great patriotic war was systematic and systematic. for many decades, it was believed that every fourth person died on the territory of belarus. many documents were lost, time demanded reconciliation and productivity of peaceful life. the years passed, the millennium changed, and strength appeared. trying to rewrite history. in april 2021, the general prosecutor's office of the republic of belarus opened a criminal case on the fact of genocide.

we continue to live, criminals still continue, and we are all descendants of citizens of a great country who did not allow themselves to be made slaves, thanks to the exploits and sacrifices of our... and grandfathers, despite all ill-wishers, we will live forever,

because there is goodness in our hearts, that's why that god is with us. fate has given us a land, such a beautiful, bright one, it has preserved the truth for centuries, blesses us for life and love, we hear with our hearts, we speak with our hearts. we fill it with real meaning, preserve our souls with immortal faith,

and we do not exchange value for price, just as wide is the spring river. widespread slavic immortality, we will be alive, we will be forever, as long as our hearts are capable of mercy, and we will never be understood by the horns, we will never be defeated by slavic immortality. we will be alive, we will be forever, as long as

the heart is capable of mercy, god lives here good, one for all, saving us and averting the darkness, the land where there is a happy day. children's laughter can neither die nor disappear, just as the joyful river is wide, so is slavic immortality, we will be alive, we will tell tales. as long as our hearts are capable of mercy, and the enemy will never understand us, we will never

defeat slavic immortality, we will be alive, we will be forever, as long as our hearts are capable. to the heart of the belly, we will be alive, we will be forever, as long as our hearts are capable of mercy, and we will never be understood in raga, we will not defeat slavic immortality, we will be alive, we will forever, as long as hearts are capable of mercy.

as long as hearts are capable of mercy.

the belarusian mats fly through the forested pastures in the songs of the heather in the songs of the willows all over the earth instilled care and affection, the flames blazed over the earth the sky.

only for our tv viewers, we choose the best routes. the only city in

belarus where you can arrive at one railway station and end up at another. we are located in the west of the country. welcome to baranovichi and let's go on an exciting journey, good news, you can touch the exhibits with your hands, that is literally touch history. not so long ago, by the way, a local resident caught a bait weighing 41 kg and 2 m long using a wobbler, that is, a plastic fish, to show how unusual and wonderful our country is. in america, floating houses are called the fashionable word houseboard, house, ship, but they have not yet come up with a term for floating stations. landscapes full of thoughtfulness and sadness enchant even the most fastidious travelers. watch the program “cities

of belarus” on the belarus 24 tv channel. we are going on an expedition. for good luck it’s an hour of adversity, and we don’t know that we are straightening out from the chargic storm every day. the brass region has passed away many times before. let's look at the history and meat abrasions. the temple of paraskeva of serbia was founded in 1766 by the right-wing faithful. the princess was on an equal footing, and the three young princes and brothers started swaying.

last year, we planned the event in will also be bright, i think even brighter than

in african countries, first of all, for this is a very important market for us now, and we have been entering this market for a long time, but of course we haven’t had such a geography of countries in africa for a long time, and we are starting with algeria, followed by zimbabwe. and we have been participating in zimbabwe since 2018, so we have already become very famous there, and the republic of south africa, and angola, namibia, tanzania, in general, egypt, so for the african region we will export our belarusian enterprises to international forums, and of course this is asia, and... china, we are the number one annual exhibition in the world in the world in asia for food products, i think , of course, maybe it will soon become the world's largest,

this is seal-shanghai, a very famous exhibition, our company participates there, food manufacturers, and the exhibition , we are also planning an exhibition in chongqing, china, well, we also have an asian market. will be represented widely, this includes korea, malaysia, and hong kong, we are planning, so we hope that our enterprises will find partners in this region, do not forget about our neighbor in the east, we started the year with the golf exhibition, this is the number one annual exhibition for food products, our enterprises successfully participated in... jordan, as well as exhibition countries in the countries of uzbekistan,

kazakhstan, azerbaijan, in general, all of our already favorite partners , you always need to maintain contact with them, come to the exhibition, and of course, do not forget about new partners and look in these countries. the tv news agency presents it in the public domain. we have no secrets from our people. at the highest educational standards the final exams began in minsk. vyadoma.

and maybe in a few years he would have been an artist, but no, he couldn’t part with the plant.

ale yashche not here the work of an engineer can be called creative. already there have not been so many applicants in the highest educational institutions. there are exams for graduates in two classes, 10th and 11th. our sympathizers know that this rescue work is for the benefit of the citizens. we lose all our traditional student food, no worries, no fuss.