from the first blessed bastards at the warehouse of bel dzyarsh variety, the athlete akrabat, maystarrmer sapraudny maystar, the maystar of the vyalikay litara, i would say that the intellectual has its own genres. such dudkin, tolya dutkin, this is a juggler, the belarusian stage had an extra-class artist, the devil tells you, well , of international class, this would have been said now, at that time, unfortunately, they treated this as just another artist, one of those hundred artists, inhabiting the belarusian stage, or even the usual tricks familiar to an ordinary juggler, he performed masterfully. there was just a master standing on stage, doing all the tricks as if it cost him nothing at all, it’s such a joke, it’s so addans to the working artist of the stage, argynal to the genre, yon would be a jangler, i would have the same tsikavy nomar, trumpet, two meters of pipe, at the end of the taler with dzyurkai, yon janglerava. the pipe was melting on his forehead, he was lying, there were five six balls, he was folded up, then he threw them at this tray, i immediately put this jug