kiev varysty. still not healthy, the burying people have escaped with nothing, the city is dying of its independence, as the wise of the kiraunik, prince yuriy understands: you won’t forget the wasteland without the spirit of the lord ku, mabyts, pra geta yon i kazau vuchonam manakh kiryla: “opіts sit at the gates, you are a patrabny gramadze.” the wings of the shepherd and sooner or later become the bishops, and at least of course. on the samotz, the skin is much more compact. hours would have been filled with intrigues, royal discord, civil strife, and in their wake, vain war, where brother goes against brother. the turan bishop called upon the ruler of this kingdom to understand the world, and boldly reminded them of the righteous judgment of the most high. there is nothing so unfavorable to god as the high chamber and the ganarlivas. gentlemen, many slanderous thoughts and the suppression of unjust settlements. for hours the princes listened to these words, and they dangled balls and pots. in t