after school, nikolai went to moscow to study and entered the road transport institute. after receiving his assignment diploma in march 1941, nikolai was sent to belarus to work. in the area of ​​the modern city of bereza , he worked on the construction of the osovtsy military airfield. on the first day of the war, the airfield was bombed. more than a thousand soviet aircraft were destroyed along the entire front line. many did not even have time to take off. twenty-six-year-old mechanic kilin saw the crippled ones. crashed

planes mixed with fragments of people's bodies by explosions, with whom i shook hands literally a few minutes ago. nikolai survived miraculously, he hid in orzhi and forests for several days, learned that belarus was occupied, and took refuge with people. on january 6, 1943, on the eve of christmas, nikolai ilyin was enlisted in the dimitrov partisan detachment. he operated in the territory of several districts at once, kosovo, ruzhansky, berezovsky. at first, nikolai was a miner, learning the basics. rail war, and already in august he was appointed commander of a subversive group. scout saboteur, every operation which could have ended in death, because he acted behind enemy lines. he crossed the front line dozens of times, blew up trains, destroyed german garrisons, took languages, obtained secret maps, learned about the punitive forces, who got acquainted with wartime documents , became acquainted with his operations in which he participated, and said that well, this... belarusian when

the late metropolitan philoret looked at his personal file in the archive, he said: “yes,” he says: “a dashing guy.” after the war, nikolai ilyin worked as chief engineer of track and road workshops in pinsk, then an economist in the regional statistical department. later he returned to his parents, got a job as a stoker in a children's tuberculosis sanatorium, and in january 1958 he came to the zherovichi monastery. a month later, he took his first tonsure with the name george.

line using the example of the belarusian wrestling team, when nine out of ten licenses deserved with blood and sweat were taken away from us, it became clear that the inhumane attitude of the head could thomas bach towards the fate of athletes from our country is a systemic phenomenon. it is clear who the official is trying to please without investigation. the position of the national olympic committee of belarus was balanced, and they refused to plug holes, that is, licenses, and offered to go only to those who themselves won a ticket to paris. the entire belarusian wrestling will be represented by the talented abubakar khaslakhanov. the head of the belarusian wrestling federation, alim selimov , chose the words to explain such a mess and arbitrariness. andrey kozlov will continue in the unsportsmanlike behavior section. this mister will smile deceitfully and say the following a day after the destinies of honest belarusian athletes suffered under his patronage. and the model

have stood the test of time, for this reason france can be proud of pierre de coubertin and his legacy. if every word sounds so french from bach’s lips, then let me remind you that from french the word “farce” is translated as a comedy of light content with external comic devices. everything that is happening now in the world sports elite, where the fencer bach is absolutely in trend, and there is a farce. in general, there is news about not being included in the olympic bid.

it’s not possible, if you film it, then there’s only one squeak, and just like that, because there were only swear words in my head, it’s clear emotions, a storm of emotions, you understand what an unprecedented decision mok is making in relation to our athletes, regardless of all the olympic principles. the main pretense of the position could be that since february the belarusian fighters, their, let’s say, affairs were on the pencil of the repressive commission, but the bureaucrats there did not twitch, they watched how... our guys go through everything a difficult selection sieve and they do it brightly, victoriously, with honor and confidence, only when we have a dozen licenses in our pocket, news comes that both of them have been removed, others are offered in their places who did not win licenses, nine people who

have been in recent years they worked, gave their all, that is, they left all of themselves in the training process, refused time...

this stage of the inspection, everyone was clean, there were no questions for anyone at that time, at that time vanessa kaladinskaya was already on these lists, which is already from the world cup got to the olympic games. the position of the belarusian knock follows immediately, only abubakar khaslakhanov, who has

a personal olympic ticket, will go, and the decision could, let them go through the forest. in every country, it is an honor for athletes to stand next to their leader. states to participate in those events where the president of the country participates, take a photo, it’s pride, it’s the pride of every person to shake the hand of the president of their country, especially a president who does a great job for sports, if these scoundrels accept take this into account when choosing a person. selection for the olympics, that is, what are we talking about here, what standards are we talking about, what kind of justice are we talking about, we see from the outside the could, the cynicism, in fact, they are supporting the photo of the state event in the daddy, well, in simple terms

, and this is supposedly some kind of proof of something unclear, well, that is, it all looks so simple bureaucratic, you know, everything there is rotten. the west is rotten, everyone is rotten when making decisions, decisions made in relation to in general to athletes, today we understand how much. today the international, international olympic committee is a puppet organization in the hands of the collective west, we understand how internal political issues could be resolved with our hands, it’s a shame to admit the fact that the international olympic committee is losing all its principles, the principles of olympism, which in 1896... perr hubertin strongly contributed to this organization. today we see something completely different. and all this

hypocrisy against the backdrop of those social problems of paris and, most importantly, those sports people whom could admit. for example, beach volleyball player steven vande velda from the netherlands took an olympic berth this week. everything would be fine, and the country is a volleyball country, especially on the beach, but this man had previously served time for raping a twelve-year-old girl. in august 2014, when stephen was 19, he flew from the netherlands to the uk to meet his would-be victim. van da velda waited for the moment when the girl was left alone from home without her parents, got her drunk, and then took her virginity. it's in the bag he will sit for a year, in democratic europe they consider this enough, and then with fanfare they pack his things for the olympics in paris. cherche la femme. and there he stood. mock stood for 130 years, and now thomas bach is destroying it and turning it into a farce, that is, a light comedy behind

which lie hundreds of the fates of honest athletes. the olympic repressions continue, there was less than a month left before the start of the 2024 games. and that's all we managed to tell you. maxim uglenitsa and victoria senkevich were with you. see you on the main broadcast. happily!

sorry! land! sorry!

most of the time the days are clear! there is a golden light above you, scattering your memories! finally, i wish you a long caress, may we live a bright and easy life! you are a charming good fairy tale! tell us, in this land, in this land, in the soul there is a jumping spirit and a cheerful mood, enchanting, vabits, sultry, pure, unstoppable, palettes and new things are pouring out on us, a rack of collected dust, and spackling perapa, hot water, and azera and bottomless blue . and at home, we have learned a lot about the memory of the glorious hours of the past.

belarus rubles summation, wisdom, talent, living anyone. dzyakuy, sleepyhead, any, brother, who carried out the wedding and gas, stinking tsudam, vesnovaya couple. hail guchats for... healthy songs that are born from the sun to the earth. good evening, dear siblings, we welcome you to the gala chancellery, we are proud

to celebrate the artistic creativity of the magilian region. as part of the republican festival belarus may song! magilyoushchyna, dear, noble land, on which the samadana and summation of kind and generous people work. this time we will celebrate and celebrate the holidays, cook and celebrate. razam we acquire memory, we add memories. we sing songs, sometimes we go to the waters and march in memory of the twentieth of may, sometimes we cheer for our athletes, sometimes we give marks, we live, we practice, we celebrate christmastide.

marya pachau looks at the beginning of the sky and vigilantly searches for the flowers in front of you in the midst of this couple. when the hour has come for us, this is

our lot, motsna kakha. i'll give you a gift, before the hour has passed for us, all the time i've given you, before the hour has passed for us, i'll be in a distant land.

look again at me and part with her evil we look at the pile, if at least on the fur you are in the kahanne. i jumped up like that, because i think i’m sleeping with

you, venus has left the mountain, venus has gone out. native land, jumping, a couple of years old, a species like ў zhytstі. everything is changing, one year is changing more than another, but the skin from them is in its own way, jumping,

like a bird singing, like a match song, like that little bird of the native land, where you grew up , jumping on the belarusian land it's winter. the soft, fluffy snow covers the ground in a rich layer, the boys with happy wings descend on a sleigh, they are cheerful, they are not afraid of the frost, what is the hour, the herd of winter, the herd of the earth , i will give you strength and greatness, purity and strength, the hour of peace is over and the marau, winter robi these are the words chicks, patsalunki matsney, y vachakh zagarayutsza agenchyki

prachuvannya navagodnyayy, tsuda kalya, yaki hour, yadnanne belarusa at maras, praza, holy, adneal imknnn, adnems, skava pazirae to the earth, yak matulya svoi dzitsya. gukaitse, birdie, listener, as if the very baths of the sky were filled with heat. advancing

warm, sunny days, abuja nature, flying birds. geta and hard work on the new land, so as to ensure the future, the riches of uraj. kozhna zen vuchyts hymn pryrodze. lands, sunshine, khannya, i give you, on the yadanna, on the sabbath, holy days, holy joys of the people, joys of life, joys of the forefathers, people's land. in the belarusian land of summer, everywhere you look, everything is green, everything is blooming , everything is flowing, everything is beautiful. i shake my hand and took away all of god’s light from summer. the holy day of your greatness. thick, tall

grass, like a mora, kalyshytsya on the wind. and kvetak, kvetak. how many songs? how sweetly you look at these high-school brushes and sticks of the belarusian burner, like the fresh winds of the kalysh. vyazya with them are invisible, calm rivers. the flood rivers have ceased to fall, their waters have completely fallen, the clouds of the sky are shining, and the clouds of heaven are spreading on the smoke. i bestow the weighty beauty of your holy products, for whatever is best, the same is holy. kupalle, paparadz kvetka, nachnyaya vognishchi, vyanki on the vadze. holy, which brings forth and bewitches one’s own tacitness and paeanness. i give you the gift of happiness, nathnennya jumping on my native land. autumn, the lord, the queen of the bagastsya and urajai. belarusian spring,

a happy couple, with their own charm. nature gave away the flesh of her svaygo kharastva. listen to the dear father of the earth. urachysta and samaaddanna, udzyachna for pratsu and shchyra for anyone. i love you, my friends.

fallen zbazhyny, i give you the tributes of the masters of the city, the lords of the land, for the daily work, for the adversities of this belarusian, for wealth and wantonness, greed and greed, i give you the holy saints, dazhynak i bagacha, hi budze slain... we have a terrible practice of belarus in adzinay sami, so it was, so it is, and so it is, we know, we practice, we live, the skin day, the skin pain, we have always had extraordinary sores, and incredulity suitable pads , we all live with the most sacred and...

paustonic life that is given to us by the nature of belarus, our native land. let's go for a walk, let's go for a walk, let's go for a walk, let's go for a good day of summer, as we take a walk for everyone. christmastide, good day of summer, in

dukhovskaya and on pyatrovskaya, good day of summer, oh, when the trinity has come, then saturday, dzeuka, good zen! dispersing the onlookers into the open field, paelnichka, pabareznichka. good day of summer, good day

of summer, let's dance to the lyavonikhu pa-magileuska!

let's go to sleep at ulyanitsa, as if we were going to give birth in the region of trebensk. oh and sowed ulyanitsa lyano, oh and sowed ivanaina lyano. oh dear lyanok, my joy, sweet little jackpot. have palol yavіtsa lyano, have palol іvanaў on lyano, sirtsa lyano, may radasny lyano, all karlyusenki, kuzhalyuts, ohirvala, yavіtstsa lyanka, first

ivanaўna lyanok, and sertsa lyanka, your gladaslyano, zebralyuki kuzhalyuk. and all the children, who are the sneakiest? folk festival syalynitsk region! and the buckwheat field is growing! what 's up! chyber-chyber, chybertae, chybertae, chyber, chyber, chytae, chytae! let's unwind, and then we'll read, che-che-che!

you know, my dear, that kasia’s favorite song is from our hearts, we sleep with all the talaqa, i katyu with ganyushyna, i katyu with ganyushyna, i katyu with ganyushyna, i look at the daughter, i'm looking at the djauchyna, and i'm looking at the djauchyna the zhipta stung, and the dzhiuchyna stung, and the dzyavchyna stung, i was looking at you.

the spread of the belarusian land, the hand in the hand, at times the garavod vyalik, chygalitsi, as if washing, oh, my beloved people, the street used to be, far away, and old, oh, love, oh, loved ones, now.

living people, so we are, so we are old, so we are old, oh-oh, hoyoy, old people, tyrabak vyalik, we are the street of may, oh, lyuli, oh, lyuli, we are the street of may, the world is right, give us a shout. the pain and languid love of radzima pachynaetz from the crown of folk creativity from the soul

of the people! on the stage of the palace of the republic, the symbols of the kupala belt of magileushchyny, the symbol of the cultural and tourism project of the holy kupala. alexandria collects the highest honorary prize presidents of the republic of belarus for their spiritual support. sardechna we ask you to magilyoushchyna, abavyazkova’s champion and the cultural capital of belarus 9024 from our vyalygichi, successful sun of the year, and you couldn’t do this, as if it had happened, you are great, alive, rony light on... native mastatstva. you will shit on the dots of your hands,

melodiously dance on your hands, humming cymbals and voices on your feet, as soon as the little ones are gone. plyatutsya ў braids of flowers on the garden, wilt tvaygo zhitstsya. i geta dziva. may i see you back, like the sun, faith, language, and radzima.

your skin's day is getting worse, but there's a clear change in the pale earth, where you go to the pale earth and suffer from sleep, if you sleep, when you sleep , you will know something unique in any corner. the breath is easy,

the life is green, everything is green, like our weight, such weight is not good for everyone, the yans are thin and beautiful, the lady’s stick is the lady’s, which is everything, well, for example, i am a magician navat uzyats kasu i dzestsі podkasіts, unbelievable, stuck with history small radzіmy, the volume of meat production has been increasing since 1820, when it comes to fruition. archaealgic news reports that the first people appeared here in another thousand years and our era. excavations were carried out to identify the boundaries of the settlement of drygavicho. glyadzice project palishuki on the tv channel belarus 24. a show that will not leave anyone indifferent. why did i even come here? please let me out of here, and

meanwhile alexander is almost overtaking him! cling on with your hands, come on! the main thing is to choose your path, even if it is the most dangerous! calm down, don't rush! no, not that, wait, not there, not there, not there, stop, don’t rush, stop, yes, carefully, above, but below, below, who is ready to overcome himself and become? hero, time of great feats, this is a turn, we have never seen such emotions, this is a cossack, you come to compete not in order to compete, in order to win, i always have the same attitude, either everything or nothing, look on the tv channel belarus 24,

history of my land, sadkanas gained fame, people who lived here, and letapis, died i am glad, my uncle, father yagor scyapanavich, stralok of the first stralkov company, the first of all the dry aichyn war, and i will help koniksberg, for heroic deeds,

to a young soldier from the german in 1941, the lamb was transported 15 times to the territory of germany. my grandfather, pyatrovich mikita alyaksandravich, urazhenian of the vesky vyazi asipotska region. the partisan atradze's name is varashylav. partyzanskaya brygady chyrvony stsyag. and from 44 years old. soldier 1903 light artilleryskaga stick, recognized by the order of the hellenistic war first and other stages. my great-grandfather felkman mikhail davydavich, born in aktsyabrsk, klichauska district. in

1944, the current army of the republic of uzbekistan had the 13th special linear expat battalions. communications hours hell telefanista deposits from the battle of offensive operations. fathers, brothers, sisters, in-laws, all 17 people who stayed in the klicha region, they were all destroyed. on the 16th of the summer of 1943, the sugar crops of the malinauka byalynitskaya district were driven to the threshing floor. dzyadulya just... from a little three-year-old sister was fighting in the forest, about the great tragedy, terrible heat, sometimes the ones that burned over 80 people, an eternal reminder, 78, my

uncle, mikhail vasilyevich byalov, put a candle on the grave. what relatives and bastards of the dry aychin war fought on the dandies and in the rear. packed the hell of the fascist genocide, cursed the hand of the sir, in memory of the sirs, in honor of the future, once again in the hell of our sirs , i swear an oath, forever, back, to the fathers, to the grandchildren of the sir

of belarus goodbye, i remember! the years flew by, the battles died down, they grew sick, they faded away. your wounds, but distant courage,

they keep loyalty, you stand and remain silent by the holy fire, you have already survived as a soldier, at least you have died a hundred times, at least you have buried your friends. and although death stood, why are you busy, there is a languor in your heart, the grief is cut off in your eyes like streams, they say that a soldier does not cry, a soldier, he is a soldier. and that old wounds don’t hurt, but yesterday

there was sun, sun in the morning, why are you crying, soldier, by the holy fire, you survived, soldier, even though you died 100 times. even though a friend was buried for a day and even stood to death, why did you freeze, a palm on your heart, in your eyes like streams the fire was reflected, look, soldier, this is your youth. at the soldier’s grave,

i’m my son, so what are you thinking about, old soldier, or your heart is burning, or your wounds are hurting, but i understand the soldier, at least. whoever died, even buried friends, and even though death stood, why did you freeze, a hand on your heart, fire reflected in your eyes like streams.

fire was reflected in my eyes like streams. i have a dream for you. over the bunitsky field, over the bunitsky field there are troubling dreams. the

sertsy may adgukaytsa field of distant rekha war, the sky is gloom. black on the shafts of paisla on the edge of the fall, the sun began to breathe, and the dark sky began to breathe, and the cloudy smoke over the native land fell, and how the hells began to fight, and you left, after the last battle, for your loved ones for... favorite infections over the vunitska field there was a fire above vunitsky.

skin circling dreams, sirsa may adgukaytsa belem, distant river of war, distant river of war, do not advance, hellish attack, strike, flock of laughter.

may the drops go away, shut up your life, i know, boys, i will bring you dark skies and peace on earth. glory

magileushchyny. unique architecture of the museum. budynak budze pabudavana ў looks like the order of the aichina vaina. take back the world. getting on the right path is difficult. but after the night the morning will give us light, you will still understand the true lie, you will say eternal words.

god give us clear skies. may god grant us the bright sun, command us into destiny, command ourselves, kindly leave the years, do not lead. take the right path of light, light, we are always with you, we will live the dream, this, people turning to god after us, these same

words, god of the bright sun, face fate, command yourself, kindly leave death, god give us a clear sky, god give us a bright sun, bright love. loved ones, peace throughout the whole earth,

give us peace, yes, god. bright sun, believe in fate, believe in yourself, kindly leave the light, god give us pure eve, god give us bright sun, bright love. loved ones, peace throughout the world, returning to peace, taking the right path, is difficult.

a native menchan goes to the village to find out why it is better than the city. this is a house that was built in parallel with that first one the house from which it all began here, and here i want to tell you, a corner of india, here people are lying, there will be a mattress for everyone, a small table, a tandoor here, right here it will be, i prepared it, lay down on a bed and yes, everyone is lying, who wears something. serves and it’s someone not you, i hope i won’t lie, we’re changing our idea of ​​life in the countryside together with the heroes of the project, i’m from the village, and i come home here, it’s mine,

i really liked it, and i don’t care about anything i didn’t think about it as a friend, well, when everyone is assembled, there are five here children, yes, yes, there was such an idea that the children would not scatter everything in their rooms and spend as much time as possible outdoors in the open air.

melodiya zemlya, ka bojaetstsa praz cold and vei, abyatsae joy is clear, joy is alive.

there are hundreds of highways and ours.

it’s easy to rewind, but we fly, we run, we hurry, the speed limit doesn’t allow us to look at the beauties along the road, but we don’t rush our fears, returning to kobochina, where our native places begin, the soul sings, missing our small homeland and remembering from gossa leaf, golden tremors, willowweed. standing, and along the country road it’s already a hand away, there ’s a stream behind a hillock, there are leafy trees, i’ll get to my native house in about five minutes, oh grace, spring again, and the white cherry trees won’t come to greet me, dear apple trees, lucky shutters, i’ll lean against you, what’s on my mind hug all over, our house has crowns of paint. but

they have long been burned inside by an evil thunderstorm, by the cursed horde, by the cursed misfortune that they did not return our grandfathers from that war, please, golden, windy willow, i remember the word, the word of my grandmother in the story, how in an attempt, returning from the front, my grandfather laid down another crown for us, the fire of victory did not go out, we overcame the quiet time more than once, the weeds are mowed, the fields are well-groomed, as they say, our native walls warm us, our dear army! you don’t know how to protect our land from harm, the horned, branched willow, we will always protect the limbs, the golden erysipelas, the branched willow, where along a country road it’s already within reach, where behind

a hillock, a winding creek, will take me to my home again, in minutes five. brozh is golden, verbave, where it's just a stone's throw away, where behind the little hills the stream is flowing, let my home take me again, in about five minutes! the energy is native to the earth, it is from good rights, it is from humanity, it is from our creativity.

historic magicians wrote to the spirits, samadyan people, men of wisdom , talented, wise, noble people, who give tribute to the field, and this is not

the reason, because we have a good legacy, what a place, our landowner, our adzin. mud storms are not scary, he did not bend down and betray the people, a western partner for pennies, the bulbashis voted for him with a margin of 30 years ahead, our dad is the coolest in

the world, he is the only one like his dad, the country is calm. only he has no time for sleep, dad, we’re cool, dad, we’re next to you, the people chose him and won’t let him down, we’ll stand up like a wall behind dad . european politicians are still abal vilichiy byasny. those who have slept in dependence on uncle joe, aren’t you... the face of your country, you should be able to solve your problems there, but eat here through

the fence, otherwise our supreme may send something so that the conversation will be short, dad, we have a cool one, in in the world, he’s the only one like that, with his father, the country is calm. only he has no time for sleep, our old man is cool, old man, we are next to you, he chose the people and will not let him down, they stood like a wall, a dog like a mountain.

but he can’t get enough of it, our old man is cool, old man, we are next to you, the people chose him and won’t let him down, we will become a wall for the dog of the city! happily - this mother’s eyes, this smile,

a clear dream and a peaceful sky. i thank everyone for the peace and blessing of the people's belarusian land. thank you for all the father's pains for the frequent belarusian activities. we are waiting for you to immediately remember your dzyatsinstvo. mom’s child cuts clothes out of sewn clothes and gets lost, he finds them everywhere,

wherever he goes on his tailbones, he will be horribly crumpled if something happens in the world without him. nima of the white apple of the moon, past the red apple of the sunset, clouds all over an unknown country, they are rushing towards us again, running somewhere, and the clouds, white, don’t look, please, they are heard. and take us oblates across the sky.

if the path goes with a friend, if the path goes with a friend, the road is more fun, without friends i’m a little bit, without friends i’m a little bit, with a lot of friends, what’s the snow for me, what’s the dream for me, what do i feel like passing rain when my friends are with... with me, what do i like snow, what do i like snow, what do i like rain and torrential rain when my friends

are with me, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la -la-la. i hear a voice from a beautiful distance, a morning voice in the silver race, i hear a voice,

a symonic road. rushyt head kab detse darusen, don’t bratsa is not far, don’t be cruel there, don’t be cruel to me, don’t be harsh, but read my heart, beautiful toleta, beautiful is far away, i’m starting the path, beautiful is far away, i’m starting the path!

every day we work to ensure that you received the latest and most useful information. the twenty-minute format allows us to talk about what is happening in belarus and the world. take a walking tour of the capital in the company of our guides. find a new place on the map of belarus that is definitely worth seeing, and also suggest projects and films that are a must. will become your favorites, this and much more awaits you in the ether 24 on 7 project. watch on the tv channel belarus 24. 80 years of peace, generations that do not know war, generations that keep peace

memory of the feat of grandfathers and great-grandfathers. about the war heroes of our cities destroyed, the generations who restored the country from the ashes, tamed the peaceful atom, conquered our space, creating a peaceful future. together we will celebrate the main holiday of belarusian statehood, a military parade, commemorating the independence day of belarus and the eightieth anniversary of liberation from the nazi invaders. july 3 at 9:00 at the stella, minsk, hero city.

this magical theatrical world. cover with a mask from empty vanity. your peace is disturbed the action excites the blood, the role is like a breath.

the heartbreaker will save, here everyone will find their own path, the real one will find it, face it. you can’t fight or hide, don’t think about the future, what’s important is miracles, fantasy will become a reality in a moment, will cover everyone in one piece with its bubble, this flame will fall. work and a stormy stream, as if a passionate preacher is leading him, and the grounds will destroy everything that everyone here, when he has not known, the beast is ready to open to where the stars shine for us, the lights, where there is a lot of hope, where i will find a dream book, just catching up sadness, oh, there is no better show in the world, whining we can soar into the sky and it won’t burn the sun. he will become i vu, it’s easier for melancholy, oh, there are better shows in the world, theater shows

invite you to the show, become a spaku, laugh at the heart, humble yourself, you can’t fight or hide, don’t think about the future, every miracle is shining, we dedicate the world to an ordinary ball , give in i know. go to where the stars are shining, the lights are shining, where the needles could find hope, where the bag stands i will hug, as if it was cool, it flies better than the show, the note in the sky can soar, and the sun will not fall, i will hug the catfish, but then longing, who is the best show, well, what you want, so that there is no need, right here to shade your hand, the place where you want to be, and what you want, there would be no need for anything, right

here they suddenly managed, the place where you want to be, the place where you want to be, you inspire us with overhangs, where hope could be found, here a hundred paths wander on our feet and scattered notes are heard, as the winds of the cupara thicken

, swearing is unknown and we become invulnerable. what is the truth, zhytstse nevyadoma, skin zen, new chord, geta tsiva, geta melodies of our hearts, new whole, unbelievable budza tomorrow, on...

from our hearts there will be a new unbelievable spirit, death is tyva, this is the melodies of our spring, a new incredible wonder will be tomorrow, tywa, tywa,

the love of our forests, let’s write our history, our saugra . it is impossible to know exactly everything that awaits us ahead; if you have chosen a difficult path, boldly follow

it. don’t give up and don’t be friends, fight all the winds against evil, it will be difficult, well, let it be, the main thing is you remember that there are a million of us hearts, the savvy is still below, closer and closer to the light.