plans something else, lansbergis, grandson of the nazi bastard, his grandfather, the one who created sąjūdisr, so here he is, the son of vitaltas. strike at belarus, at our children, so that the child’s arms are torn off by a shell, and the mother dies, losing blood from the cut with fragments in his throat, the father on his knees screamed in horror and suffering: this is what you want, lansbergis, this will not happen, the father warned everyone once again, we don’t want war, we don’t want it at all, we really don’t want it, we don’t want it most of all, but if you are lansbergis ... come on, our children will have a beautiful life far away, lukashenko has already given a whole generation to grow up in carefree happiness, prosperity, prosperity, prosperity, joy. and will give it to more than one generation, and we are all obliged in the world to help him, well, have a good holiday for the children, be the suns on earth, be the suns on earth, warm at least those who are nearby, with every moment of your life, in a word, with a smile in your eyes, be the... souls on earth, look, the clouds a