yany cranes from my father and became vigorous. creation of issued images, here from mikalayevshchyna relatives, here he is, he has heard of these scales, and darechs, he has learned to fly here, here is a hell of a hut melted, lived workers, an old hut, a shingle of slaves, gonta, heta here is a cover. , and there each, above the beast the book was written, so all the experiences of these workers, what kind of letters they are, i was devastated by it, then i wish i could tell, i wish i could let it go, that's all... who knows, magchyma, if it weren't for the life of the government, yakub kolas would have grown up this way otherwise, ale menavita here is a slave to his first years and learned maryts. a here, there was happiness, and there was a lot of roses, everything bloomed, faded, god, the creative force that lives here is valuable rorodu. yakub kolas lived here from 1890 to 1902, unforgettable moments. in his own work , yakub kolas writes that albutz was remembered most vividly, lesnikova passada melted in the lively light, where people went and went, there they heard their unspe