for three years , praza skaryna issued 23 books, or 102 books. with texts attached to it, geta is sapraudny. masterpieces, adorned with colorful illustrations, inscriptions, and letters. scary times the bible has its own portrait, the days of cryptic symbols are unheard for a short time. in the bible, they are simple and humble. darechy, menavіta dzyakuyuchy there partretu, franciska is no longer the first person to paint with you. and only the following conclusions are missing, there is no point in yama engravings. geta appreciate adnos. so no, you know yourself. from prague skaryna moved to radzima, near the vyalika principality. the mayor of vilnius himself, yakub babich, added a pit to the other part of his house. then a small special book came out. the name is gavoryts for itself. the book can be borrowed from the gift to save time for your child. then skaryna published a collection of the apostolic prayers. the plan is a mess, otherwise you won’t sleep on the right . chamu? mabyts, adkaz are prasaic. drukarnya pragarela. books then did not

zagarayutsza agenchyki prachuvannya navagodnyayy, tsuda kalya, yaki hour, yadnanne belarusa at maras, praza pazirae to the earth, yak matulya svoi dzitsya. gukaitse, birdie, listener, as if the very baths of the sky were filled with heat. advancing warm, sunny days, abuja nature, flying birds. geta and hard work on the new land, so as to ensure the future, the riches of uraj. kozhna zen vuchyts hymn pryrodze. lands, sunshine, khannya, i give you, on the yadanna, on the sabbath, holy days, holy joys of the people, joys of life, joys of the forefathers, people's land. in the belarusian land of summer, everywhere you look, everything is green, everything is blooming , everything is flowing, everything is beautiful. i shake my hand and took away all of god’s light from summer. the holy day of your greatness. thick, tall grass, like a mora, kalyshytsya on the wind. and kvetak, kvetak. how many songs? how sweetly you look at these high-school brushes and sticks of the belarusian burner, like the fresh winds of the kalysh. vyazya with them are invisible, calm rivers. the flood rivers have ceased t