both father and mother of kalysk told tales, some stories, and how i was small, some tops, some so faraken over, i wanted to become someone, for example, not a teacher of geographies, i wanted to become a student geographer. and it’s not very classy here. we all needed to read the apologia of yanka maura, son you and i, as a man, know how much i love geography, i’m so obsessed with this, i think, oh, there’s a need to read this document from the writer yanka maura, and it’s gone, i went, and then i i’m angry with the duma members, but i’m happy with the appearances, who i'm already hungry, what am i choking on, geography and is it all belarusian literature? and all that time it was already grown up, and forever eternal, this little story is like a miracle, in the eighth grade, i understand, i will be a belarusian writer, i understand, you can write here, and that’s why it’s stagnant, well i guess i'm nothing like that i don't bother i know this dachshund has its own sense, its zamіlavanna, such, such a jumper. i wouldn’t be crazy in the city, i don’t want anything like this, so the tra