good evening, good evening, attention, says the ancient and always young vitebsk shows. hello, dear friends. respect, speaking also shows the place. slavic bazaar in vitebsk.

president of the republic of belarus alexander grigorievich lukashenko.

thank you, thank you, thank you, dear friends, friends of the slavic bazaar, friends. belarus, residents and guests of the glorious vitebsk, this long-awaited july evening has arrived, we are opening the international arts festival in the slavic bazaar, a festival that has become an entire era, through art to the world of mutual understanding, this is how we have defined the philosophy of this festival, it has deep... roots. here, on the picturesque

bank of the dvena, 1050 years ago, the first stone of the city was laid, which today we rightly call our cultural capital. there is something in this corner of belarus that for centuries has inspired the creation of masterpieces of fine art and unique architectural objects. great literary and musical works, as well as festivals, competitions, and many other creative projects. it has been created here for centuries a unique atmosphere, an atmosphere of creative search, an atmosphere of dialogue between civilizations. for centuries, trade routes crossed here, connecting east, west, north and south. this city

gratefully absorbed new ideas and trends developed due to this. therefore, the history of our forum began precisely with those. in the city of world-famous people, whose professional path was through his workshops. vitebsk has become the creative homeland of real geniuses. when we hear about him, we imagine monumental portraits and sculptures of azgur, unusually vivid images, kisterepin, pena malevich, we look at the city landscapes of vitebsk through our eyes. chagall, who painted his beloved city all his life, even while being thousands of kilometers away. thinking about this city, we remember lagin, which gave soviet children a fairy-tale hero, an old man, old man hottabych, we hum the melody of the road to

berlin, a song written by the composer fratkin a year before the great victory. we honor the memory of a talented military leader. ivan lyudnikov, who led the operation to liberation of the vitebsk region during the great patriotic war, we are proud of nobel laureate zhares alferov, born in the city on the dvina, who became a legend of world science. speaking about vitebsk, we remember our contemporaries, a galaxy of artists, without whom we can no longer imagine our festival. art, a wide variety of preferences from the avant-garde to the classics, but most importantly, it has become a truly family holiday, a holiday of traditional

values, here residents, our guests , can really rest their souls, dear friends, the slavic soul is limitless in its openness to the world, so our festival has long gone beyond the geographical boundaries of the slavic brotherhood, and today you will feel it, the current forum has brought together like-minded people from more than 40 countries, from russia to india, from china to colombia. today for the first time we welcome the ministers of culture to creative groups.

to the people who have made a significant contribution to strengthening friendship between our peoples, we present an award to the youngest talent, the winner of the children's song competition of a little star who has yet to shine on the musical horizon. many thanks to you, the organizers of the forum, the artists who came to this festival, the masters of art and everyone who comes to belarus every year to spend the best days of the festival summer with us. thanks to you, the history of the slavic bazaar in vitebsk continues and will continue after us, along with our children and grandchildren.

i wish you all boundless inspiration and bright creative ideas. dear friends, behind the scenes we are waiting to meet you... our favorite artists are waiting just like you, let's get together today let's rest our hearts and souls. 33rd international arts festival, slavic. i declare the vitebsk bazaar by an open decision of the jury of the international children's music competition vitebsk-2024, the grand prix of the competition was awarded to yasmina khusniddinova,

uzbekistan. resolution of the supreme state council of the union state to award the union state prize for 2023-24 for a work of literature and art that makes a great contribution to strengthening relations of brotherhood, friendship and comprehensive cooperation between the states parties to the treaty on creation of a union state. author's team for the creation of the khatyn memorial complex museum, consisting of viktor

nikolaevich skrobot, chief architect of the bel-gosproekt institute. pevkevich. andrey georgievich, monumental artist. khramov alexander vasilievich, director of the national historical museum of the republic of belarus.

vladimir alekseevich likhodedov, freelance author of the publishing house zvezda, for the creation and implementation of the historical and educational project batkovshchina, the publication of original books. viktor gavrilovich zakharchenko, general director of the scientific and creative cultural institution of the krasnodar territory, kuban cossack choir for creating a cycle of songs. belarus russia tserazanka decision was signed by the chairman

of the supreme state council of the union state, president of the republic of belarus alexander grigorievich lukashenko. president of the republic of belarus through art to peace of mutual understanding in 2024 was awarded to people's artist of the russian federation grigory leps.

grigory viktorovich, dear, the floor is yours, yes, that’s how it’s supposed to be, good evening everyone, thank you very much for such a high award, alexander grigorievich. to all the belarusian people, thank you for appreciating my work, musical work, happiness and health to all your brotherly people. the very best peaceful sky of great prosperity. thank you! once again, our laureates, please accept sincere congratulations, not only from me, i have the right to do so, on behalf of the entire belarusian people, on behalf of the slavs who have gathered here in

this huge hall to congratulate you on these wonderful awards, let it be... yes next, happiness, health to you, dear visitors and guests, especially to us in vitebsk, live long and be calm, everything will be fine, all the best.

i remember my father’s order from the dynasty , i understood from the bastards of good people, my son here, i’m looking for the kep’s knowledge of myself. good people, son of here, search here, you will know yourself,

good people, here and far away, good people, it’s so easy with you, with you it’s so bright, with the saint and with us, for the sake of the world. “good people, how many roads i had to go through, they keep the memory of good things, i met different people in way, there have always been more good people, there are already different kinds of people." good wills, good people, may god be holy, for

this, good people, skinny and pure race, the light will be saturated with you. only then, when bang with you, kind, kind people, only then, when with you, kind, kind people, kind people, here and far

away . people, kind people, it ’s not far here, good people, it’s so easy with you, it’s so bright with you, holy budze, joy for geta, good people, thank you for geta. dobry jakuy za geta good people, thank you very much!

good evening, dear friends, good evening, dear guests, we are sincerely glad to welcome you to the main musical event of the country, the international arts festival, the slavic bazaar in vitebsk!

today we have gathered at the thirty-third festival, this is a joyful honor, because every time only the brightest, most popular artists from different parts of the globe come here, the festival has long crossed the boundaries of the slavic world and its geography participants has expanded significantly. we are glad to see you in vitebsk, exactly. our slavic express train departs from here, yes, yes, this is a real train, the passengers are participants from forty-two countries from all over the world, and we are ready to set off on our musical journey. the route is known only to us, those who are tasked with being guides today. let me introduce myself in the hope of your

applause. polina shuba, belarus, alexander serebrenikov, belarus, lera kudryavtseva, russia and vladimir berezin, russia. still, we will give you some hint. our train will take us back to the past, help us look into the future and show us.

2024 to participants and guests of the thirty- third international festival slavic bazaar in vitebsk. dear friends, i cordially greet you on the occasion of the opening of the next thirty-third international art festival slavic bazaar in vitebsk. over the past years, the vitebsk festival

took place. under the motto through art to peace, mutual understanding, has gained well-deserved international authority. for composers, singers, poets, painters and performers of various genres, the fifth anniversary of the signing of the treaty on the creation of a union state, i would like to thank everyone who contributed to the organization of the festival, i am confident that it will serve the noble goals of spiritual unity

, mutual enrichment, the cultures of the fraternal slavic peoples will contribute to the development of multilateral humanitarian cooperation, i wish the participants of the slavic bazaar inspiration every success. and his guests will receive vivid, unforgettable impressions from vladimir putin. thank you, alexey luginovich. we invite you to box of honored guests. your applause. and on our stage is the russian national ballet. kostroma.

national ballet ostrama. friends, well, our slavic express train continues its journey, when the call signs of our slavic bazaar were heard here for the first time in 1992, we then agreed that this place would be a place of unification of the cultures of three peoples, three languages, namely our countries,

belarus, ukraine and russia were the founders of this festival. and you must agree, how great it is that we continue to preserve this good tradition. now on this stage will be taken by the singer who, in that same ninety-second year, became the winner, won the grand prix. competition for young performers festival bazaar, now she is coming out and will sing for you, and today she has already become a master, today she is known in all slavic countries, the people of all slavic countries and not only. i think everyone has already guessed, friends, welcome taisti pavaliy to the stage.

i hide my tears from happiness, my tears are... you make a stranger happy, love's eyes are warmer, if you want to give orders at night, i'm on duty at the door, look in in my heart, the heart is a home for love, you can warm yourself even with snow, you can warm yourself in the house where you are, you can warm yourself with snow, if. there is you in the house, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, i

will tell you a secret, my karma is you, quench my thirst with hope, i found a palace of love, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, even with... you can warm yourself with snow in the house where you are, you can warm yourself with snow if you are in the house, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love. you can warm yourself in the snow if you are in the house, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love,

you can warm yourself even with snow, you can warm yourself in the house where you are, with snow. if you are in the house, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, you can even warm yourself with snow, you can warm yourself in the house where you are, you can warm yourself with snow, if you are in the house, look into mine heart, heart is a home for love, blame my death,

thank you vitebsk, thank you slavic bazaar, thank you my beloved belarus, my place of power, i love you so much, thank you very much, taisiya pavaley, well, dear friends, we we continue our celebration, we continue our festival, the next number is a song created at the intersection of two genres, a song exploring how two are popular. artists with completely different audiences can create a real hit and unite everyone with their creativity. this is definitely worth learning. right now on our stage mikhail shefutinsky and miya boyka will perform their hit. meet me.

i found myself in a mituh in my life, the feelings in my heart are reversed, i remember the days of love for the day, your twenty-fifth glance, my human being in the talik, where love was magic, and the month in blue pechake, looked behind the cloud, leave the lipstick on...

say it to your face, ask a question, i’m killed by jealousy, the board has burned through love, my eyes are screaming at the explosion, the frozen day on a leash , frozen at dusk, and the night with the moon short, draw your claim, leave the lipstick on your cheek, fight off the spirit, love hangs in the balance, but you and i are close, leave the lipstick on your brush, let your lips be colder, the night shimmers for posterity, today you and i are close, close, we are

close. but leave the command on your cheek, stop on your heart, love hangs by a thread, but we are are close to you, leave lipstick on your cheek, let your lips be cold, let your gifts shimmer, today we are with you.

with you on this amazing holiday, i can’t hear your reaction, my friends, it’s not fun here, thank you, thank you, super, my dear friends, this is extraordinary. it’s a privilege and a rare fortune to perform here for you today at this magnificent holiday, i congratulate you, i congratulate you from my heart, this is the greatest cultural event, but in order for me to continue singing, i need your help, so please try, i’m human inexperienced, it is very important for me that you help me, i need us all together to do this twice, once twice! yes, yes, there are many of us, i agree, but you only need two times and everyone together, it’s difficult, it’s difficult,

but i’ll count for you, i’ll help you, look, i ’ll count to seven and we’ll clap eight, very easy, remember, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, well, almost, almost, let's rehearse once, once. 2 3 4 5 6 7 i'm just proud of you, good, good, we do the same thing, only to the music, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 continue 1 2 3 4 5

6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 sleep stood in the sea clouds were moving to the south, palm trees overhead , blew like in paradise, a woman without a trace, a woman for love, love, melted like wax in my hands, mardzyanzha, mardzya, where are you, where are the waves lapping, 5, 6, 7, mardyanka. mardoncha, where are you, where? only reflections on the water, walls intertwined, women,

their men, it smelled like an orchid, your body in the night, in the darkness i said, tomorrow i will fly away, i will fly away to understand how much i want you, i want, margin.

thank you my dear friends, thank you very much, may god grant you happiness, health, all the best and most importantly, peace, peace and peace, thank you, mikhail shufutinsky, well... yes, slavic creativity really inspires people all over the world, because

every year the slavic bazaar becomes a meeting point. very different cultures, which is why so many throughout this time, all these decades , strive to touch this unique event, and today, like all these years, all these decades, we have many guests, honorary guests, now, now it is with great pleasure that we would like to welcome to this hall the first lady of the republic of zimbabwe, mrs. axilia mnangwa. first lady of the federal republic of nigeria, mrs. aluremi tinoble, first lady of the kyrgyz republic, mrs. aigul japarovna japarova. our applause, applause

to the best world of the vitebsk public! thank you, well, on our stage there is a team that came to belarus from sunny africa, straight from the heart of zimbabwe, meet the echo group from zimbabwe , the fiery creativity of our africans friends. unit is very important unit must be infinited in our country, in our hearts in our way, let's preach unity, the gospel, of peace, of

humans, of tranquility.

iwe nema msasa, nema msasa wakangezuwa namuitauya, iwe nema msasa, neema msasa wakaringezwa, peleka peleka, peleka, peleka, pereka, peleka, peleka, pereka.

simbabwe. vamudara mapakamanya.

iw, huya u

we thank our guests from zimbabwe. and now a group from spain is on stage with a number in the disco style, a group that will not leave either you or your fellow travelers indifferent. on stage of the slavic bazaar baccarat!

yes sir, your eyes are full of hesitation. on the lorilesson, i can, if you say you can go wrong, i can boogie, boogie, come on baby,

no sir, i don't feel very much like talking.

no, yes sir, i can look, if you say, you can go, i can boogy.

it’s true, yes, our parents listened to this song, we, our children, time flies, flies, lerochka, that’s not the right word, time flies like our high-speed express train, we just became convinced that it’s possible that the music of different nations sounds , songs sound in different languages, but it is capable of uniting us all, when we unite, something is born...

new, grandiose and significant, everything is so, everything is so, modern creativity, fortunately, does not exist in isolation from the experience of the past and traditions, because so it's important to remember your roots.

choreographic ensemble khoroshki, thanks to our participants, ancient folk songs and

dances are finding a new life, a modern sound, right now our express train, strictly on schedule, made a stop dedicated to folklore creativity and... next group based her composition on the slavic fairy tale: princess nesmeyana. it united belarusian, russian, ukrainian folklore. and yes, it’s really important to be able to combine folk motifs with modern ones. meet the factory group. the rain outside the windows is crying sadly in a minor key again, and i won’t smile at you for no reason, we need to play, continue these strange roles, and let those around you call

me unlaughable, i can’t tell you why i’m rowing, it’s hard to understand, i’m chasing thoughts away on this moonlit night, just crying again. people call me the unlaughing one, i won’t give a damn about everything, i won’t measure with you, stir up your unlaughing, from the night, from the night, from the night, from the night, tears, tears, tears, tears, from the night, wet it, shut up. night, tears, tears, tears, tears, you know perfectly well why i frowned, i like you, look, it’s so obvious, i bite my dammingly scarlet lips until

they bleed, i want you to think naively that i’m defenseless, i can’t tell why am i sad? it’s hard to understand, i drive my thoughts away on this moonlit night, i just cry again, no, i’m afraid, people are calling me, i don’t care about everything in my opinion, i won’t grieve with you , i won’t laugh if you don’t stir it up, i’ll protect you for the future .

factory group, thank you very much, but our festive concert will continue, a gentle composition dedicated to all the lovely ladies in our hall. well, after this, another interesting musical surprise, so to speak, a musical experiment, especially for the slavic bazaar. yes, we will see how young artists.

feelings were swirling, unceasing, love even wanted to sleep, and the night was dying until the morning, glowing stars, trains ran quickly into the night, where hundreds of times a year, a song, where there are two pirints, anyone lives, the grandfathers of abandoned houses, home. i'm just a simple girl, i'm saving the russian pre-birth, where the rains are fierce and the night is wild, and

yesterday's day is without meaning, love has no end and edge, and i don't feel the shaks, i'm just a simple girl, i found happy love, i'm just a simple girl, found happy love. in the sky the cestas kissed, feelings dissipated completely, and my memory without shame, love through the heart, reached out, forgetting peace, calling me, where there is eternal spring. somewhere there is a feather bed, that’s how love lives, sit in abandoned houses, i’m

just a simple girl, save the russian karadov, shared the rains and the dashing night, and yesterday’s day without meaning, love has no end and edge, and i don’t feel the steps, i’m just a girl , simple, found happy love, i'm just a girl. i just found happy love, i’m just a girl who’s waking up, i’m fascinated by russian cities, here it’s raining and the night is wild, yesterday’s day is meaningless, there’s no end or edge, i don’t feel anything, i’m just a girl. simple, i found happy love, i just a simple girl, i found it, i’m just

a simple girl, it rains and the night is wild, i ’m playing, i don’t feel the steps, i’m just a little thing, simple, let’s go happy love, i’m just a simple girl, let’s go. happy love, happy love, thank you very much, belarus, yulia mikhalchik! thank you,

just wait, don’t run home, you and i are at odds, we weren’t friends in the head, it’s time to understand, forgive me. no matter how hard we try, we’re back to zero again, we’re in a mess again like yesterday, i don’t understand why you’re like this, but how long can you torture me like this, it's time for us to discuss everything to the end, you're not a sabsira, i'm not a lyubka, but you're cold as never before, we need something warmer, warmth, it's a matter of... whether you like it or not, run home, we 'll draw the line, no matter how hard you try, it’s time

to understand and forgive me, no matter how hard you try. we're at zero again, how's the weather for you, even lazy cats are writing, walking on the roofs, clouds in the sky, like a sugar vada in the yard, the guys are gathering for me, glue not to get up in bed, the flag was even me, what day of the week is it, calling not door, alyoshka hooligan, czech duma me no moms, the sun is shining, the sky is a cat, yes, i still need to sleep a little, maybe i’ll dream again that i fell in love with a prince,

princess girls are waiting for their princes, as it were... just don’t be mistaken under my light, lyoshka is waiting for me, red-haired gonovarty doesn’t look like brinz, oh alyoshka, but you still don’t give up, the girl is dedicated to everyone! number one girl crush, i've been eating for a day already, i'm already sleeping creature, hello, number one, my fairy tale, where are the men, i would roll all of you, rivers, rivers, rivers, in the rivers i have, i wish i could be with you now, tweedledee, dupal, follow me to the cinema, and if you want to go to the cinema, raise your hands, raspberries,

nastya kravchenko, nikita belko, belarus, khabib, russia, well, our train, the slavic

express. made a stop in vitebsk. this year the city turned 1050 years old. this is one of the oldest cities in belarus and yes, we are proud of its historical heritage. vitebsk is a real treasury of talents, the nobel prize winner in physics is from here, as well as the great soviet cameraman who shot the film quiet don vladimir raport, of course, the author of the famous story, our favorite, the old man khatabych, lazar.

i’m still alive for you, but i’m healthy on the coronavirus, and at the same time with marcota and food, if it’s too hot early on my way, i’m on my

way. oh, this time of the evening, on other occasions, on other occasions. holy holidays of our own goodness, my goal of tula, for the sake of careless trees, we will not succumb, as from the grass from bagada, the dawn of kane came over us, not greebutse.

and you didn’t give in to me, because you didn’t know anything about me, that you may be spoiled and anxious, we know, i’m with you in a dream, we won’t stop, like astras, from the memory of the star has not gone over

we, don’t steal our dreams, and our dreams, don’t let us be unfaithful.

we will not stand down like the astravas, spagada’s gaze has not gone over us, do not rob us, if only we could.

honored team of the republic of belarus. belarusian state ensemble "pesners". this is a unique vitebsk land, it

attracts talents, it gives birth to talents, and it is not surprising that the slavic bazaar in vitebsk chose this place as its home, the place where art lives, the world of mutual understanding, you. vitebshina is flying. oh you blow, oh you blow, my dear, don’t blow, no to my galava, everything came to you, and the taukachi, the gentleman, and the old woman, and the baycon, and the spirit of you, and i couldn’t hear you, it was hanging out, hanging out, and so it fell, and hibernating play, the great good galloping, and sleeping playing, velma

of good.

and why are you sitting down, why are you not so good, and your ears are stuck, you don’t feel music, and my dear is so kind to an artist, they are like, it seems to the people, a clown from the city, your hand falls,

everything is falling, and in the club walking, so padeshvy adryvae,

in the sky, in the sky, in the sky the dawns lit up, you and i parted, we

they parted with you at dawn again. we didn’t even see the songs, we didn’t sing enough, you were gone, dimmed, glowing, we didn’t see the words, we didn’t even finish the songs, and the eyes grew dim. yake,

wait for me, and i will return, just very... wait, wait for it to be cool, yellow rains, wait for snow, wait for it to be hot. wait, when the little ones are not waiting,

the mother will say yesterday, the tired sons, that... the fact that i am not there, let the friends get tired of waiting, sit by the fire, drink bitter wine, on... to the soul, wait with them ass, knock out don't rush,

wait, i'll take me too. to all deaths for evil, who didn’t wait for me, let him say he was lucky, he couldn’t understand the misfortune.

soloists of the marinsky theater natalya pavlova and andrei sterov, your applause, right now, dear friends, our slavic express train has made a stop at one of the most important pages in the history of the past of belarus.

hit with direct fire, like a machine gun, tearing out the throat, hit, shooting in the forehead, scattered to pieces, blue eyes, the field was flooded, allai once, the pine trees were dressed up, my beloved is waiting for me,

waiting for me to go home, here is my family, here is my home, here is mine darling, this is my home dear, i will return alive, i... the forest is home, flocks of 47 strikos flew in, pouring blood on the rats of the birches, cats without wings beat at random, the city turned into red-cheeked. the field stirred, emitting a groan from the russians, thicker than

the patched shoulder straps. my beloved is waiting for me, my home is waiting for me, my family is here, my home is here, my beloved is here, my home is here, i will return alive, i will return home. from the frost in the morning it was covered with ashes, time stood in a stupor, hiding in a hollow, saturated with pain, tearing the earth, a child’s tear fell from the sky, waiting for me,

my love is waiting for me. home, here is my family, here is my home, here is my beloved, here is my home, i will return alive, i will return home, my beloved is waiting for me, my home is waiting for me, here is my family, here is my home, dear, here is my beloved, this is my home , i will return alive, i will return home.

when the last heroes, dear to eternity , leave, we will open the book of memory, destinies will come to life again, on every page lived, a unique spring. the heroes' faces look at us, and names are torn into the soul, remember, while you live, people, remember, for your happiness, your

youth, their life, their youth is the price. remember, heroes are alive, people, remember, heroes are alive, people, remember, while their names are heard, eyes, eyes pierce the years. unconquered eyes, in them the honor and courage of the people, and a mother’s tear rings the alarm bell, the voice of the heart, blessed for life, remember, while

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

remember! while you live, people, remember for your happiness, your youth, their life, their youth, remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, bye.

honored artist of the republic of belarus, victoria oleshko. the chronicles of a military man just flew before us.

people's artist of the republic of belarus stanislav trifonov and the song dance ensemble of the russian army named after alexandrov, head of the ensemble , artistic director, honored artist of russia, colonel gennady sochenyuk. “i love you life, which in itself is not new, i love you life, i love you again again, now the windows are lit, i’m walking with.” i’m tired, i love you, life, and i want

you to become better, a lot has been given to me, the vastness of the earth, the plain of the sea, i’ve been here for a long time, selfless male friendship. i am in the ringing of every day, how happy i am, that i have no peace, i have love, life you know what it is, look, every day, how happy i am, advice to me peace, i have love, life you know what it is like

the nightingales sing, the twilight kiss at dawn and the pinnacle of love, great from here, children, we are with him again. we'll go through them, childhood, youth , train stations, stoops, there will be grandchildren, then that's it will repeat again from the beginning, oh, how the years fly by, we are sad when we notice, you remember life, soldier... that you died defending you, so

rejoice in the trumpet sounds of the spring anthem, i love you life, i hope that it is mutual. so rejoicing in the difficult sounds of the spring anthem, i love you life, i hope it’s mutual, people’s artist of belarus.

stanislav trifonov and the song and dance ensemble of the russian army named after alexandrov, head of the ensemble, artistic director, honored artist of russia, colonel gennady sachenyuk. kutochak belarus is a small race, from the samaga of the dyatsinstva, everything is sweet to the father.

skhіlіўshiy rabіna, abudzіts uspaminy, s vyarba, shto la wickets, pada native klichatah, skhіlіўshisya rapіna, abudzіts áspamіny , zvárboy, shto la wickets pad nadnykh klicha dah. from the father's land, here i draw, the outflows of the holy water, the krynichnaya, that the strength is given, the closest one would be invincible, because here may radzima, yana zhitstse, gave me, to zhits dzelya, ya...

at the end of the pale spirits, you are a slacker, soul adapt, blow away satov, kalі іdzesh pa skezhtsy, yes dzedavay krynichki, knіzі beragў, at the land of father's getai. i scoop the melting water with holy water, crimean, so that the strength is given, the nearest one would not be strong, because here may, calling for life, gave me, if only you could live. you

said, i will do everything and fly, if you jump, the whole world will live, walk and jump, which conjure the soul, i am with you, my dears, i will capture your trail, walk between you. my soul is overflowing, i am here with you, i am seizing your light,

in the land of the maskian getai i am drawing blocks of holy water from the krynichna. bytse magchyma todu yours, gradzіmaya zhytstsyo, gave me cab zhyts zyalyats.

a little place of belarus, for each of us it is something unique, dear and endlessly loved, a little place, a native land, a dear corner where you are always welcome. belarusians

have many reasons to be proud. this year the whole country celebrates the eightieth anniversary of the liberation of our lands from the nazi invaders. thirtieth anniversary of the institution of the presidency and 30 years of the constitution of the republic. our country is confidently moving forward, over these 30 years a huge step has been taken in political, economic, socio-cultural development, as well as education science. well, then, just forward, towards our dreams, our tomorrow. meet the stage, anna blagova. the sky fell to the ground again, it has always happened and will

always be, if evil instead of blood is a vein, if people do not believe the words, we will raise our sky again, for the sake of those who come after us, there will be for... for a beautiful blossom, if we are strong now, if we are strong now, our tomorrow will be in the sunshine, we will give it to the children, we will give it peace on the planet, remember with gratitude yesterday, our tomorrow will be beautiful, with a smile so childish, happy, we just need to have strength, preserve the attraction of goodness, preserve the attraction of goodness, hundreds of rivers are half the ocean,

hundreds of hands can create the world, the universe tells us directly, preserve the goodness in order to live , and love. in every heart there is, if someone is alone on earth, divided his place according to the sun and did not spare goodness for others, we will give children in the camps, we will give peace on the planet, remember yesterday with gratitude, our tomorrow will be beautiful and you will smile in happy children, we just need... what strength we have maintain the attraction of goodness.

our tomorrow is in the sunshine, we will give it in the palms of our hands to the children, children, our tomorrow is in the sunshine, our tomorrow will be. it will be beautiful and a happy children’s bun, we just need what we have, to preserve the attraction of goodness.

keep the attraction of good, keep the attraction of good, thank you anna blagova, belarus, thank you, thank you, vitev, thank you, homeland, belarus!

we're flying kollanskiki.

dear passengers, our slavyanskaya express train has arrived in the future, where many dreams have already come true, you will agree. we so often

we look at the sky and think, what is there above the sky? and now there is a person in belarus who knows exactly the answer to this question. marina vasilevskaya. the first female cosmonaut of sovereign belarus. marina spent 12 days on the international space station and fulfilled her dream. it seems to me that there should be applause in this place. thank you. and at this cosmic stop we meet our guest, beloved and famous. many, probably all, are artists. his name is dima bilan. i divide poems into quotes, where the words are tanned

pen, and hours in a meaningless circle, your heart. i’ll give it as a gift, i’m ready to drown in love, let me breathe in a little happiness, you ’re dressed as mine again, i made you forget about the past, i live on a cross through money, and you, why are you, you’re crying like a shishirka, your feelings are like a stream of tears, you are not... no one's, and i will be no one's, but i will tell the hased, i am writing a novel, i am jealous of you for other people's smiles, i am jealous of other people's eyes, your

words strike the heart sharply, and he will joke obedient yes, i hear obedient yes, yes. don’t get your hopes up, you won’t become a stranger, look into your eyes, i’m waiting, i’m living and not i live, the shadow of my hope bites, i miss, i can’t, come back, i’m really looking forward to it, look into my space, i fly into dreams at night. i don’t need anything without you, and you, why are you crying , counting your ears, your feelings are like a stream of tears, you’re nobody’s and i’ll be nobody’s,

i’m writing a novel next to the beer, you’re jealous of other people’s smiles, jealous of other people’s eyes,

my endless love to you, friends! incredibly happy, glad to see you, you know, behind the scenes we tried to remember how many times i had the opportunity to be on this legendary stage, on this colossal a beautiful stage from which you can see the horizon, you can see space, you can see the sky, this is

truly an exceptional platform, to which it is a pleasure to return and i am absolutely not lying, and we could not count the number of beautiful exits to this stage of memories. friends, i suggest you now think a little about your dreams, because what is here, what we think about every day, must definitely happen. i really want to touch the heavens with you now, you and i are dreamers, you and i are dreamers, we are so different, we just don’t similar to others, you and i are dreamers, you and i are happy, dividing the sky into... into two, dividing the sky above two, dumichka,

it all happened, we were like winds in the sky, almost like clouds, they flew away again, just we composed the songs. not for a year, for centuries, through all the days we passed with living water, filled the world, you and i dream, we are so different, just not like others, you dream yourself. you and i are happy, sharing

yours, shining through the sky into yours, remember how it all happened, we are the winds in the sky of dust into the distance, almost like clouds, sneaky... we took off into the night, we just composed songs, not for a year, for centuries, through our fingers, we passed days through our fingers, we filled the world, you and i, you and i are dreamers, we are so different, we’re just not like... others, you and i are dreamers,

you and i are happy, dividing yours, shooting at our own, i would really like you to applaud yourself now. and to yourself, because you deserve it, incredibly loud all the successors of this festival, friends, we share the sky for all of us, you and i made us happy, we are so different, we just don’t look like others , yeah. you and i dreamed, you and i are happy, sharing the sky with yours, dividing

the sky with us, with everyone, thank you, thank you, colossal love to you, friends, thank you, honored artist of russia, dima bilan, thank you, thank you, the more we dream , the happier, the more we are focused on the future, and we know that with dreams we move the world forward, well, to continue the theme of dreams of aspirations for the future, people's artist of russia, oleg gazmanov.

how i would like to draw a dream, sun and wind, lightning in flight. how i wish draw flight, the wind of freedom that is me! brings, instead of tears, to draw flowers, instead of separations, bridges, instead of the loss of dreams, so that the dawn will return the colors to us, so that

every minute after, not to say to forgive. how i wish i could draw time to capture your smile forever, to forever draw beauty for tears, to draw flowers, instead of separations, bridges. instead of losing a dream, so that the colors of the light, the dawn returns to us, so that every minute is light, not to say goodbye.

instead of tears, draw flowers, instead of separations , bridges, instead of the loss of dreams, so that the light of beauty the dawn returned to us, so that every minute after, we wouldn’t have to say goodbye. don’t say goodbye, people’s artist of russia, oleg gazmanov, thank you, friends, you can’t even

imagine what a joy it is for me to be at this festival, the most popular, the most beautiful south of the northern polis. thank you, you are the best, thank you! oleg kozmanov! in 2024, another significant date is celebrated: 25 years of the treaty on the creation of a union state, this is one of the key moments in the relationship.

oh, how quiet it is in the morning and the fog is falling from the river, the water is in the krynitsa, how cold it is, in in russia there are cornflowers near the water, a clear sky, the blue distance, the cloudy gray wind has blown away, here are

the belarusian lakes, radiant crystal echoes the whispers of the russians... we have one destiny, in our unity there is greater strength, together shoulder to shoulder year after year, each a new day is getting closer . belarus and russia are together, our great people. from the altai snow-capped mountains and the mighty siberian forests and belarus. from russians to the blue lakes the echo of our voices sounds, our friendships fly high, no one

can ever interrupt, the chime of a bell washes the soul, the power of the eternal homeland of mung beans, the fate of there is one of us, in our only light the strength is together shoulder. i meet you year after year, every new day, ever closer, belarus, russia, together one, great are our people.

belarus has wide fields and russia has endless meadows. there are no beautiful things in the world, there are no shoals in the world, these very dear shores, where to meet the godless dawn, it’s not a mystery to see them off, these words are cherished, cherished by the soul of the word, we all have one, our unity is the light and... in place after year, every new day, everything becomes less, belarus and russia are

our one great people. this is a platform where a variety of sounds sound languages. right now an artist will appear on stage and perform a song in ukrainian, together with the legendary choir.

meet the stage, taitia povali and the kuban cossack choir. stavba, white maiden, white heart,

that viburnum is enchanting, and the night does not freeze, that princess maiden, who checks for you, and the willow is water for us, our song is for... sha share, may i never turn my aith without you , hail to me, hail to me, hail to a good turn.

willow, my song to strylina, and the zhurba knows, the newness enchants my sleepy days, the new girl he gives his heart to you, and the top is filled with water, our youth is ours... olya, let me never be berva, turn to home, let me be berta, turn to home nalina, tselyane berman, my song has come and zurba is crushing. then if

my sleepy days disappoint, i again give my heart to you, the maiden above the water, our destiny is young, may i never turn home first, may i... for me, turn home again, may i never turn home again , hi, give me the gift of love, let me give you hope for me grab the dodoma of the turn, hi zavzhdi me bervati of the dodoma of the turn, hi zavzhdi of the dodoma of the turn, who do not protect me, grab the dodoma of the turn, who do not protect me.

well, dear friends, you and i have had a fascinating journey, our train has returned to the past, looked into the future and now it is returning to the slavic bazaar station again, our festive concert continues, and after

it we will all of you...

there is diamond dew on the flowers moisture, with every step we are closer to each other, everyone wants the same happiness, everyone wants with their hearts to be heard, a familiar melody circles, joy is what is with us. there will be holidays, holidays together we celebrate, we can’t live without each other, it’s a pity, we understand, sometimes we don’t do it right away, there are many roads, only one happiness, years like foliage fly outside the windows, blue snowstorms dance. but

with bright and high love we managed to escape from adversity. but happy eyes repeat, day and night it feels like happiness to meet, holidays, holidays together we celebrate, we can’t live without each other, it’s a pity, we understand, sometimes we don’t immediately, there are many roads, only happiness one. dear friends, this is how your eyes glow now, take this light with you, come home, turn on the tv, watch concerts from the slavic bazaar, because the opening of the slavic

bazaar is always a holiday, from the holiday, holidays, holidays together we let's celebrate, we can't live without each other, it's a pity, i understand. sometimes we don’t have it right away, there are many roads, only one happiness, it’s a pity, we understand, sometimes we don’t have it right away, there are many roads, only one happiness, oh,

thank you, i understand, thank you, you know that i i want to tell you, when these holidays are over, and you are here with representatives of different cities, different countries, when you come to your home, you will tell them to come to belarus and see how we live, how we live. ..

i’m not afraid of this and i’m hiding behind my soul, i’m in belarus, i’m in belarus, i’m in belarus, i’m in belarus, i’m in belarus, i’m in belarus, my brothers iya, look at the clouds of azer, at the fluffy and pale guns are irreplaceable prastor, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse yes us in belarus, priyazdzhaytse,

priyazdzhaytse, priyazdzhaytse yes us in belarus. we support you with all our bread and salt, we live with you here and there, we wish you health and happiness and prosperity in every place, no matter what i am far from doing. i’m not happy with my family, i ask from any and all worlds, from belarus, from belarus, from belarus, from us, from belarus, from us,

from belarus, from belarus, from belarus, from us , from belarus. priyazdzhajce, priyazdzhajce, priyazdzhajce yes us at belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse, pryazdzhaytse yes us at belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse yes at us at belarus, pryazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse, pryyazdzhaytse yes us, at be'. belarus,

vocal and instrumental ensemble, sebra ensemble, people's artist of belarus anatoly yarmolnenka, honored ensemble of the republic of belarus, vocal and instrumental ensemble sebra, once again yours. applause, thank you, in the next scene of the slovenian bazaar will be people's artist of russia, alexander buinov.

but the leaf does not expect mercy from fate, in slow melting in a circle, sadly performing a dance near the ground, all burning without regret, even when the deadline was not over, but pan themselves managed to serve before pouring ashes on the sand.

no, to restore

the flow, even for a moment, brief moments, and we are in a hurry, we lose friends, but still we do not have time to live, the leaf by its example, they could teach us upward, they fall, fall, fall, fall. well, let the light be more transparent, well, let the light be more transparent in memory, in memory, memory, in the memory of faces, of those who are not around today, everything falling, falling, falling, falling, whistling, well, let there be a transparent light, but a transparent one, in memory, in memory in memory. and a memorial, oh those who are not around today,

now, shanovnye siabry. got ready, the vitebsk choir sings, they serve, they fall, then it’s violent. well, let it be a transparent light, of memory, memory, of those who are not around today, once again. well,

let it be transparent light. in memory, in memory, in memory, in memory. those who are not around today, those who, hey, those who aren’t around today, thank you. people's artist of russia, alexander buinov. thank you, well done,

thank you, you know, you can say it. when he walks in, everyone looks only at him, he’s one of those men with whom it’s like behind a stone

wall, a bag from a movie, a decisive cold gaze, in your baw... stop, it’s me, everyone always says, happiness loves silence , and i want the whore hollywood to cry on us, everyone always says, happiness, love silence, and i want the five of us to cry on the goligun. there are a lot of broken hearts in my kotuka, everyone wanted a happy ending so much, and everyone hoped for something more, but no one except you we need more, if the whole world is against us, i will not stop loving you, and even if suddenly

we are being chased, you will shoot, i will supply cartridges, everything is constant. for happiness he loves silence, and i want gollywood to cry at us, whores, everyone constantly says, happiness loves the ass, and i want gollywood to look at us and cry, everyone constantly says that and i want to see us, look , hollywood is crying, they always say that happiness loves silence, but i want you to cry, look, video, thank you, it makes me madly, madly happy

to be with you. guests, may love always live in your heart, thank you very much, lyusya chebotina, russia, now before you will appear an artist who appeared on this stage back in 1992, then he immediately won recognition, charmed the audience, and he has this relationship with the public. .. have been kept until now, yes, that ’s right, since then, the love of the audience becomes more and more every year, more and more stronger, meet on stage, people’s favorite, honored artist of the republic.

dream, i catch your desires on the lita, we will together, i know, there are no people like you, people like me are not lost, we will be together, i know, we will be together, i know, there are no people like you, people like me, not the same. tea, we will be together, i know, and also, more, guys, like this,

above, drops of rain will wash away our sadness, you are not with me today, well, let the morning bell ring. will steal the dawn, you and i have hundreds of years ahead, we will be together, i know, there are no people like you, i don’t lose people like you, we will be together, i know, we will be together, i know, people like you, i will not i hear you. and also krovchen, but imagine that dynamo minsk scored a goal against moscow svardak, we

will be together, i know, there are no people like you, people like me are not lost, we will be together, i know, we will be together, i know, such there are no people like you, i don’t lose, we will be together, i know, we will be together, i know, there are no people like you, i don’t believe, we will be together, we will be together, friends. happiness, health, good luck, love, long live the slavic bazaar 2024, like this,

like this, like this, i love you, thank you, for. honored artist of the republic of belarus, alexander soladukha. be happy now. we meet on the stage of the slavic bazaar the magnificent anni loroc

is born in the evening twilight. sunset, always with the weak, the invisible one is to blame, don’t be silent, tell me, the language of love, more hostile than stings, days measured the weeks, lips burned, opened the doors to the heart, moon rain, moon rain hugged your shoulders here, and you kissed with your eyes, dancing at night yes, at dawn, tears of

love kissed the stars to glow. i love you, don’t try to look for another, i ’m crazy, i’m panicking, i’m standing one step away from edge, i wake up, i’m dying again, i’m tired of waiting at night, looking for my feelings in the past,

the disease has its last frontier, its last frontier. at night, dancing and dawn, tears of love kissed ten stars in the distance, white fogs on the creatures.