this girl, although there are nuances here, will miss the olympics in paris, as it became known the other day. leia was once a boy, then became a girl. the scheme sounds simple, but only in words, well, you understand. surprisingly, it was only partly not allowed by the court of arbitration for sports, that is, the group of people that we talked about on our broadcasts and which is hidden under the abbreviation tsas. but a loophole was left there too, quotes from the release of the international swimming federation for 2022. so, transgender people. to participate in women's competitions must complete the transition by the time puberty begins. the american federation required such athletes to reduce their testosterone levels for at least 36 months and also undergo a commission. understand, i am completely tolerant of everyone when this is not done with some kind of negative challenge and imposition. that’s why we live in the freest country, where you are free until you cross the territory of another person’s freedom. and there are such red lines there. a lot has already been crossed, my freedom and

the freedom of belarusian athletes is limited and more than once, if this is called the olympic movement, then why do i need it, do you need it. on the main broadcast are andrey kozlov, dmitry garkush and evgeny nitov. we strike gold without looking back to the west. the games of the brics countries, which kazan hosted, became a big sporting event this summer, giving us 247 awards, which were won by the belarusian ones...

in the meantime, their no less legendary vocal games began. by is walking around the country. this is the fourth season of the most sensational sweet-voiced show in the country. the team of the bel tv and radio company decided to return to the talent tour format. in two within a week, the factorby radar will be turned on in every regional center. today, by the way, brest’s solo, his talents from yesterday’s schoolchildren to the experienced elders, came out to the open microphone until 17:00. eat. a chance to change your life come out of the spotlight tomorrow. gomel, mogilev and minsk, drink up, because auditions in these cities are still ahead. the warm-up was the talented pre-casting, vitebsk. he sang earlier than usual. together with him, the cultural landing party of the television news agency lidiya zablotskaya brought high notes, exciting stories and i even brought passing talents to the casting. there are only two weeks left and

the slavic bazaar will begin to sing, according to all the rules of hospitality, vitebsk kindly provides its main venues and the same summer amphitheater to honored guests. the belseli radio company performed with its allaverdy and gave the microphone to the vitipians themselves. consider this a warm-up. we decided to find out who is really worthy to appear on the market stage in a year at the opera. crookie bar instead. i recently had a graduation, it was a lot of fun, i experienced the search for the factor in vitebsk directly i’ve just finished school, and i’m experiencing a teaching boom. i worked at

school for 11 years, after which, perhaps, i felt emotional burnout and wanted to change something. i work as a primary school teacher at bulshevo secondary school. my children participated everywhere and at the olympics, three of them went and all took first place. even though i ended up at school by pure chance, i honestly have a blast. there are also a lot of builders. we have been seeing vitebsk undergoing active renovation for several months now. do you have anything to do with this? see everything to the slavic bazaar there will be a forum on the forum, that is, brick by brick you have to, yes, yes, yes, and also music, absolutely, absolutely nothing, by the way, they are, as they say, in a comfort zone, there is noise around, but so be it, the first the larks took this construction project to the forum of regions as a sign, which means that their, if not a career, then a new interesting chapter of life will be built here.

i’ve been wanting to come for a long time, but why didn’t they come before, what stopped me? i had a difficult life situation, financially, three children, one mother, and i have lived as long as i have. we are to blame, but love is right, again, as in the first season, before the dream comes true, there are a couple of stops on the trolleybus, you can’t refuse fate, and other stars flew hundreds of kilometers, and i came from the city of voronezh, well , i left somewhere around 12 o’clock , here, and i’ve been sitting here since 5 am, waiting, you found the right location, it’s high here...

2 days ago i got bored, i got up from the couch and came, it’s a good competition, i liked it, i don’t follow it anymore first year, i wanted to try, i’m unemployed, so my grandmother provides for me, yeah, it’s a joke, here, unlike the usual kraaki, they will not help with either backing vocals or phonograms, it is necessary to perform acapella, that is, without music, i will go on stage, sing... and you are beautiful, are you ready already, of course, i am always ready, favorite verse from songs, doesn’t dot the nodes, then you’re like visiting friends, telling the latest news and sharing worries, factorby, it’s

primarily about people, veterinarians, no, i combined, at night here, during the day there.

yes, but this can also actually be agreed upon, but maybe you would just tried it. when it’s already right, let ’s try, because there ’s a casting going on since 100 in the morning, you can sing there, show yourself why you went to medical school, your soul is more in medicine, it’s such a hobby, and it’s purely for the soul, yes literally 7 minutes and a romantic, a sophomore, a future surgeon, denis does not sing near the store, on stage the factor is bai, the first time i sang about love, the first time... everything is positive, this is the most important thing, so to speak, and i am always where positive, so everything will be fine, let's take two situations, i see that they they smile, but they don’t give me money, i’m happier than they give me money, but they don’t smile, but it’s cool, did you get all the skeletons or not all, well, they’re not skeletons, it’s more like

just my life, why not tell me about your life , there’s nothing like that, if they suddenly call you in a few months and say, well, that’s it, we’re waiting at the tv casting, we’ll sing in front of you, invite you.

applauds, you sit down, you can’t anymore, you can still be there somewhere, somehow trying to replace all this feeling, a state of euphoria. we are unlike those who won’t make it today, we got a dose of both adrenaline and personal experience, whether i will pass or not, of course, this is a question, but this will remain with me, maybe they won’t remember me, i will remember this day, but for now the show team is traveling around the country to don’t miss out on any talent, and even if you create on the street, the ubiquitous you... hears a great chance to wake up famous after you sang first on the main broadcast in

the report of lydia zablotskaya roman felutich and alexander moguchy and that’s all we managed to talk about tell today. pavel lazovik was with you and victoria senkevich. see you on the main broadcast. happily. belarus - these inexhaustible forests, black rivers and azers, uncracked nature, the hell of some non-magchy addarvat vachey, and yashche belarus - this people, we are covering their forest for you. we carry traditional traditions, and

at the same time, we change our views on extraordinary speeches, and we treat this world like a magician, the belarusians are so different, and yet they are poisonous: anyone and their native land. belarus 24. i am alive from flesh, blood and thought, we... feelings do not fit into the system of numbers, from earth to sky, among lakes and plains it beats

a living heart, full of love, the breadth of my soul, like the scope of distance, goes beyond, beyond understanding, everything in me breathes, multiplies, flows, burns, these are the elements living inside me, my tears have frozen like salty ice, i am calm with dignity the past, but suddenly, from the peace of peace, my passion explodes in an instant, and after all the caress of the fresh winds, i cool my boiling blood.

and while century after century flies like an arrow, i still stand firmly as a rock, all of my dignity, nobility, great heritage, pride, image is profile, full face, familiar to literally any of you, my feelings are full of passion. sometimes threads of zloty, thoughts, a seething thirst for knowledge, my pulsation in the rhythm of breathing, from the spring of my lyre, great water, gaining power, sounds through the years, listen, and know, i am happy for everyone, and there is no

barrier to the sound of my song, the breadth of my fields the forests smell of violets and lead, my peaks, my enormous aspirations to the heavens, amaze any imagination, the fire of progress sings in me, with the chords of time, only forward, with my temperament, my boiling temperament and... between the future present, but miraculously, if you look closely, i fit in every open heart.

you are millions of years old, i feed you as if for thousands of years, with the depth of traditions of customs i conquer the stage with greatness, where powerful, burning energy fills me. drinking golden creations from my hands, my wonderful craftsmen, like a rock of abundance, nourish and nurture me, the song of mastery in every task has been studied, sounds like a note of the best quality.

on the seeds, as on the seven winds, my feelings soar in virtuoso hands, the grace of souls in the movement of bodies vanishes, the glory of my children burns, the sun is brighter, from word to action and beyond the stage calls, the thirst for acting attracts brave sons, for them teaching, recognition, blessing, the key to success and... the prosperity of all my future generations, listen, i am in love with their talents, with their

names in their bright mind is sharp and attractive. the strongest always wins competitions, they are all from ordinary everyday life from locked dreams, my pride, my hope and my love, i live for you for millions of years, i feed you like thousands of years, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, i am alive in you for millions of years i have been feeding you, like visachen, hey,

oh! our land is legendary, you are not paraunanyy with the beauty of naradchan, the greatness of the heroic city is known to the slynaga of the rank of the day.

on you hearts of belarus, remember your glory for the sake of glory, be the zhastsi, and be the skruze, our small, sweet land, berazhen kupala kola saradzim, the land of the jumping creator and master. the signs are bright: the genius of the young maxim, a splendid series of songs. mishchyna, you are a dear belarusian, bring glory to the old people, be

it in good fortune or not, our dear land, come and go with your new skin. may you remain forever young, our dear old dear, you are our forest and song and sleep, nishchina, you are the father of belarus, remember your glory from the old age, from the soul. and don’t be ukrusse, mishchyna is our dear city. vishchannaya, be happy, and

not be an oyster, my dear, our dear land. minshchyna, unbelievable kaleidascopes of the brightest right of the most rosy adtsenniya i guchanym svaygo shtodzennaga zhitstsa, sustrakae yana kozhnaga syabra, gostsya tsi vypadkovaga vandroinika, yak traplyae fall ya enchanted. and otherwise , hell artists and creative people, well-known talents here, well-known throughout the world, and

fests of various genres, the biggest in the whole country, with all the loud character and jumping spirit of the sir of belarus, and the skin songs here adlustravanny zhytstsya asablivag. paustornaga and in the skin fascia sing the land dear, yadnannya imaknennya, marau, patchustsya, sleeping edge of minsk your song zhytstya, sleeping shchyra, sleeping again.

my dear kut jak tim. i have never forgotten you , i have no strength, more than once i am tired of my dear, my life is clear to god, to you i am in my thoughts i'll cover it up. and there i get wet with my soul, and there

i get wet with my soul, just like the leader of me. tired of the little jumping leather, the narrow narrow bed of the wings, and the couples of fir trees with pine trees, hovering over the water, like little ones. it's the hour of pooping, and the end of the evening is melting. hell of the father

's bed, we found a sad memory of ours and strangers, i caress the match and i fear the same dreams of spring.

beat our dear belarus, we need to visit different lands, i mean, i mean, i’m angry, the cranes are dancing in the forest, that’s why we’re drinking molasses. i fall, stand out baldanavy, kali i call them pine shares, i call them grains from the wind.

the juices are always different, you can’t replace them with anything else, and the earth is cut from the skin, and the warm house is in vain. if you love our dear belarus, you need to travel to different lands, you know, then, why i call, cranes are lying in the woods.

kali and may's couples are so bad, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i do n't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care don’t gudzet, bug on the stripe, roller stserazhet, parsyushak pad paw nibble on the bulb, dzesyatka ў kalysy, as if, i don’t care, kali

ў may... i don’t care, oh, i don’t care, i don’t care, i don’t care, i don’t care, i don’t care gudzec, kali ў my katachtsy paradak іdzec, kalі ў my katachtsy paradox. shamagnaya sing to me shabudzetsya to me shabudetsya!

“your eyes are charming, your eyes are charming, why are you mowed, for i am here nyama, for yago here is nyama, i am your lover, for yago here is nyama, for yago here

is nyama, whom you love. and dzyauchyna zhatazhala, and dzyavchyna zhatazhala, and dzyauchyna zhatazhala, you on me i looked at you, i am, you are not, you are not, you are not, you are not, you are not. you're falling for me, i'll throw a jump, i'll throw a jump,

i'll throw a jump, so forgive my mother, my dear mother, my dear mother, my dear mother. they know exactly what success is on sports grounds, they actively express themselves not only in front of the screen, but on sports grounds,

they have worked as a volunteer at many major tournaments, and they themselves prefer dancing and zumba. at one time he played in the svistich football club in the second league of the belarusian championship, and also was the captain of the amateur hockey team red fire. our tv viewers. we choose the best routes. the only city in belarus, in head game on our tv channel. only for which you can arrive at one train station.

literally touch history. this is not how the exhibits can be touched with your hands, that is , long ago, by the way, a local resident caught it with a wobbler, that is, a plastic fish blende, by himself . 1 kg and 2 m long to show how unusual and wonderful our country is. in america, floating houses are called fashionable in a word, houseboard, house, ship, they haven’t 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."

moonlighting over the ancestors of the minshchyny enchanted shmatgalosse, seen in the highest turbulence of the evil spirit. scattered through the passages of various melodies, then the sleeping talents of the sir of belarus, you are so enchanted that you hear their galas of virtuosos from all over the country, the dearest spevako, the other land inspired by hidden legends and falls. pyavuchi narach.

right now, the kahanne bunks are behind the acham, that they packed the padanna on the ground, like yana pachutsi beragli, nara-nara narach, over the water cha'. like crying, oh, why are they digging, why are they screaming at us, because they remembered how the lad broke out, from the lordly hands of the pasirat, she didn’t stop, and left the trail again. bring away the blue

azers of tears, nara-nara, over the watery cry, oh, why am i not digging, this is the same for us. bo yana guessed how the adpan was evil, attacked from... a circle, how they took the egg, the guides ў palon, kali ratavaў dzyauchynu, yon, nara-nara, nara, crying over the water of seagulls, oh, why am i...

weeping, this is how we steal our hearts, then there we forget the paklanіtstsa, on the bathtub pry gazhunyam, berazhnіtsam, what comes out apaўnochy tsemnyh wad, just z narayvodzyats.

zіhatіtsіtsya, flowing through the eyes of creativity, the gastsinnaya minshchyna, the succulent meats of the dzivosnye, the creations of the flamboyant ones, but not out of vain and from nyanatsku our song was heard, hell the richest saved.

respirason verrasperada. aster, aster, prosseli, yes, country, yes, flowing through the glory sirs, the laws of heaven are eternal.

the images of their memory, the light of the light, the palette and you, the chalavech, the truth of the past, the precious, the perasas peradaska. this day is for us, the saints and the rulers and the saints

of all, in the words of the holy mother of god and in the thought of the great century on our father's land , countless people have lived. at the ancient pasture of the gushchars and bread and salt, the whole earth of mutton was flying and the happy hours were sleeping and kali our balusters were assembled in the temples of the palace of mura, we wanted our daughter's zhylikamty. heavenly zones, in the mind of the sirtsy, which is modeled as eternal

forget the sky. hey, people, get on the kirman, traveler, merchant, brooms, brooms, green brooms,

hey.

at the nyadzel's kirmash, i'm going to go to the house and to the house, i 'll go to...

the hell of my relatives, the hell of my native hut, the master's yard , the place of beauty, and the hell of it. freemen, weaving

patched paisleys, the darker edge of the jagged boron, and the forgotten hands, instead of the persian pattern. christmastide, dear vasilka.

and for many long hours, tired, forgotten dreams, your wide fabrics, adjusting the sweet taste of the yana, the darker edge, chats of boron and what is forgotten hand, holding the hand of the holy image, sacredly stealing the vasik.

and the darker edge, the sound of bora, and the forgotten hands, in addition to the glittering pattern, the holy stealth, vasik, and the persian. on the christmastide pattern of radima vasikha.

nemagchymats are measured by the hour, dakranutsa yes lonnyu yes zorak, or prazhyts without kahannya, similar to the unmagchy dawn of a man without mastery, which unfadingly reveals on the screen the most drawn out strings of our soul, the music that surrounds us to our charming, non-parallel lights , our mood, our mood, go away without a word, not out of the blue...

the soul of belarus is bright, bright, peace-loving, and its music is richly divine, its holy righteousness and wisdom, its saints and sacraments, its sacred marms and any race, its adlustrouvaya is all our life e. the entire history is on the edge, the skin of the old history is not only strictly changing the dates of the steps, but also the proliferation and diversification of our creativity, inspired by the diversity of our patients, but we also have other music, but ours, no, not for pity, but for memory, memory confusion.

sumota and fees, our unforgettable music great history.

oh, my dear, dear, separate. i was with you, not a clenched stick, the damned war, the moon is shining high. and my dear is far away, oh,

why don’t you go and don’t go, oh, why don’t you send a pestle, to such a place. in an open field during the war, i heard more than once. come on, women, let's dance or something, a dry dance began,

without music, without loud, concentrated screams... the women and girls licked the widow's house, tying scarves. not like peahens, they swam in a circle with sensitive boats in harmony, as if they were threshing fractionally with flails, woeful swan.

they danced, as if threatening the enemy, at least three times kill us, we will rise again, we will give birth to rich people for our fatherland. rey in defiance of a difficult lot, so that women dance in an open field with tears from their eyes, a harsh dance, a dry dance.

do not wake up sleeping soldiers, not at night before dawn, but without fulfilling their duty, selflessly,

peacefully sleeping in eternity, contrary to all earthly laws. breaking the order of the heavens, evil for us, deciding our destinies, cut short their young age, soldiers sleep and see dreams, where there is sun and no war, but it is not they who walk, but we, along happy roads, the soldiers sleep, they believe in us. their feat will not give light, not one people forever, not forgetting the price of peace, do not wake up

sleeping soldiers, with mistrust or ridicule, they have forgiven us sinners a lot. but betrayal will not be forgiven, and one day, for those who forget their glory, they will stand between us again, to leave life in battle, soldiers sleep, see dreams, where the sun is and there is no war, but it is not they who go, but us. along the roads , soldiers sleep happy and believe in us, they believe in the feat, not one of them. man never forgets the scene of the world,

the soldiers are sleeping. and they see dreams where there is sun and no war, but it is not they who walk along the roads, but us the soldiers sleep happy, they believe in us, they believe that the feat will not give them, not one person has ever forgotten the scene of the world.

don't wake up sleeping soldiers, don't wake up sleeping soldiers, don't wake up soldiers.

belarus radzima back, dear land, you are loved and holy. you are beautiful and gloriously beautiful, we stand on vartsa, i and you, you, you, on vartsa’s land, stand with you, and let’s face a new battle, saldak system, player, marshat is my land, yours for belarus in may, we get tired.

great army of the people, belarus is a joy away, dear land, you are loving and holy, you beautiful and glorious holidays, we stand on the ground, you and i, you, you, on the ground, our land, we stand with you, and come on, okay. but the battle, the soldier formation, play everything, the march over my land, yours,

for belarus, i may, we stand with the fire, the player, the march over the land, my yours, for belarus, i may, we stand with the fire. belarus is forever, dear land, you are loved and holy, you are beautiful, and it’s all right. fashion, we stand on our own earth, i and you, you, you, on

our own earth, we stand with you.

everything is for real, this is the most extreme project of the country, heroes, reboot, myself with fights with himself, this time instead of young professionals of fire and rescue business , representatives of the show business of belarus will fight, the first lines in the charts, rating projects on tv. they want to pro... declare themselves even louder, i admit honestly, but i’m not an athlete, i’m an artist, this is not a vocal competition, i would like my fingers to remain intact, anton kushnir is waiting for you, these dances, leading, are not needed, fall, every time gives birth to its heroes, and

the mission control center is ready, tsup! this pretzel, we blind it, we need it boil in boiling water only after that put on a baking sheet for further baking, amazing, well, of course i’ll also add a little butter, this is our secret ingredient, we won’t tell anyone about it, the taste will be amazing for us and we’ll draw up a detailed gastronomic map

of our country, and you know that there is a very bright aroma of honey, there is honey here. of course, this is a type of bread called honey, custard honey monastery bread. if you are in the mountains and want to try the original belarusian roast, be sure to order it. see the project, food anywhere, on our tv channel. creativity allows us to show everything that we love and experience, everything that we know and appreciate, the past and the present, disintegrating as we live, as creativity has and other great role, great talents and memories, we choose our

path at once , on the way to our land, on the way to our land, we choose... a place, we choose to live, to live life no more, we repeat this wisdom often, we strive to gain a lot. but we lose much more if love finds a day, and the soul shrinks from will, choice - this is faith in a bright day, choice is a sacrifice of good will, we choose life, life chooses us, we choose those who

believe in the shining of their eyes with us, we choose light. the sun is in your window, we choose the light, it will blow away, you are minutes of priceless wretch, our nerves are torn like strings, like strings, we are going somewhere , flying, flying, flying, flying, we are not always young and youthful if love finds a shadow , and the soul shrinks from the will, the election is a bright day, we are a good sacrifice, we choose. life, life chooses us, we choose those who are with by us, the voice believes in the radiance, we choose the light,

the sun is in your window, we choose the light, we are for everyone, choose, choose, choose, life, choose, choose, choose the light, choose. choose, choose, meaning, choose, choose, believe or not, we choose life, life chooses us, we choose those who believe, with the joined hands, in the xian eyes, we choose life, life, life chooses us, we choose those who this eye believes with us, we choose light,

the sun is in your fire, we choose light, this is a challenge in the darkness, we choose light, this is a challenge in darkness, we choose, life, you know, time does not wait, it flies and drives forward, and there is no escape, you want to change the world, yourself, try to start, let love into your heart. look for answers to your questions, fill every day with light, in this multi-colored world,

you and i, belarus is huddled, bathed, belarus is huddled in the capital, deep in the streets.

it can be difficult to take off, you have to choose, and you stand at a crossroads, change everything completely, your wind of change, breathe it in deeply, and don’t be afraid, it’s simple. light up the stars in the sky, you know that sooner or later everything will come, belarus kudys, belarusian, everything is in the capital, tangles on the street. everything will attack in style, everything will come true today, belarus is swirling,

belarus is pouring out,

motsnaya, bright, sapraudnaya, nastomna betsa living of the father of belarus, to the camtons there is a powerful pulsation in this whole land, be angry with the former, sad for them knennyakh, adzinay marami, guchyts skin svaim zhykhar, skin creators, skin talents. we are all citizens of hellish earth, the most beautiful and the most loving, we are all true belarusians.

what is right about us? belarus seems to be neighbors, bul badranik narach lyas navstsyash, yashche napeina shmat chago budze, timidly all these extraordinary people, all right, nazbi gonar sabrauna us.

dear souls, you are here on this day of may, the departure and decline of ok, you ask for life, so that there is no war here, if only life is joyful in the field, if only your slave is peaceful in the right, i praise all for the race and sow the geta. on the sapraudy of belarus, once we start everyday life, on the sapraudy of belarus, save the land, belarusian, let's

join us! then padi vel chargu with songs pad chargu getay yon sabrany belarus i azznachim is holy, like budzelata geta sapraudy belarus, all the land, belarusian, come on, come on, come on, oops!

from the pavagai of the sertsy and the native land of the dubrash of the glorious ones, from the bows, i sing this song with my soul and the words hum. re-ringing. i’m happy here, this is my home, i enjoy my meetings here. in these meats, both mother and... tata, shtodzenny i forget my bread. the sky, mine, sky, passers-by, these lusterkas are chasty kazer. minshchyna any, minshchyna native, eternally alive,

imknіsya zor, true skies, jumping skies, sons-in-law of the lyusterkas of the clean goats. minshchyna love me . people live forever back, here the proverbial voice and the yankee bathed under the sky with advanced creatures, they lived with the world, danced like...

people, live forever, close your eyes, the sky is peaceful, the sky is passers-by, the sons-in-law of the lyusters are honest, hozer, any minshina, minshina dear, live forever, tell me, you tell me.

powerful, reasonable, above-ground, high-pitched, above-the-top jumping and without end, without end good, any minor, dear belarusian, how many chains of light are there in you, how many... mothers of belarus, be creative in the land, talented

the country, the country of peace and prosperity, the country of good times. because of this , the thick skin of us from the little radzina, which i stash, rewarded us with the most intense strains, was lost, we went on our way. wherever we come back for the strength that the earth gives us, i will choose my land, the land of good

deeds with all my heart, and i will go back to belarus with you, as we are free forever. sleep and marami ўlighten the front skin of the edges of the joints of the triple vykі zhytstsya just an hour adbachyny і aberazhlivannes ad dzedad ad praddzedad ad matchyny created gety forests from dze vuzkimi the expressions are up. on the way, jumping and straight, we saved it, we fell at any rate.