at kasciele they tell the most rosy, persh-napersh ab months, dze yago pabudavali.le one. there was no pagan capishcha here. one of the legends says that mikalai nemiravich was ordered to pay his respects to the supreme lord for his death. another thing is that the cassel would have been made aware of the situation and the malba on the wife of his son. you were little, you loved maygo like i love my ivanka, you loved maygo katka like i love my ivanka, i love any ivanka, i kiss my sister there, you’re ivanka dear may, you’re so beautiful like the two of us, you’re ivanka. scenes of the country, we already hear at once: oh, i’m not sweet, and elen, i’m not forgotten , like a new spatkanna, just a day, let's go to zalyadynna ivanovo district, and you 'll know what kind of abras and shulyaks are unique there. my eyes are not sweet, although i am not a lover, i have drawn my mats from the green oak, i have drawn my mats from the green oak, i have drawn. belarus - these inexhaustible forests, black rivers and azers, uncracked nature, hell of some kind of invincible adarva