, on the right is that my father, mother, mother may, lunnechanka, and father zhabinkavets, and so itthere, and then let's go here and here paveka, put a big lid on, i’m telling myself to the people of radzhen, here is our little frog land, and what a place, the last one... the umbilical cord was buried for hours, we ask you to speak to the students, to other people мі i'm growing up, then i 'm going back to the moon, otherwise i'm going back to my homeland. every woman has her own history, she has her own legends, she has her own dachshund, all the tsarkva, the krupchytskaya gistarychna, called the gonar. on the 13th of april 1794, this great temple fell, well, i didn’t waste our money in vain, so i thought that my first education, i have two of the highest, i’m a historian, and the last hundred years and velma-velmi kissed me, so that this memo to the padzeys of 1794 was not the same, but several there was a drop... and i was more than happy with the idea and my book appeared, which was called krupchytsy 1794, about the most sad moments that happened here at that memorable day, 17th