a lover of geography, i’m so obsessed with this, i think, oh, there’s no need to read this book by yanka what i ’m choking on, geography and everything is belarusian literature, and everything has been grown up, and forever and ever, the whole thing is as good as ever, in the eighth grade, i understand, i will be a belarusian writer, i understand, writing can be done here, the page will stagnate. well, as it seems, i don’t miss anything like that, i know this dachshund has some sense of its own, its own kind, such a jumping spirit. it’s not crazy in the capital, i just don’t miss this, so the traps are here, because this may radzima, and so it remains, asking all the gastsinny lands, the most belarusian ones, please, take our spirity loaf, the song spills like cossack, a member of the state committee and us, we are sitting in... good people are welcome, skin for the goodness of the hour, let the hell of the sir's great parade. i am springing as i am, i am changing my entire table. the whole of stolin's districts is the city of may radzima, the rubel, the khotamel, the garden, the galets,