navat sedzyachy ў cavernі na beraz seny ў paryzhy, ў budze zagadvat ya savory, і ўslavіts yago on thenyama is like ours, as in other lands, mickiewicz’s categorical statement, and patlumachyts, like a fatherless being. however, mickiewicz’s soul never felt bad there. dze b yon not zhyў, near st. petersburg or rome, paryzhy and kanstantsіnopalі, adam will remember his ancestral city, his home, parynavagrudskaya vakolitsy. father’s land, you are as healthy as you are, we don’t value the great things, but we love you dearly, just like your beauty. my native land, tight on the tab, here i create your image. we have forgotten how to enjoy little things, to be surprised, to feel the connection between generations, to simply notice, but every day is made up of traditions, today, a year or a century ago, everything that counts. ancient was once new, we ourselves, without noticing it, pass on knowledge and experience through generations, it’s in our smile, the waves of our hands, in such a familiar way in our opinion , simple happy moments create real traditions. we are proud of the heritage o