galasy, our elephant words, the son of the belarusian partisans, let us brightly remember varod’s voiceible, legendary, my glory is yours . i can, our legendary hero, in belarus newspapers were published underground and acted. thousands of egypt brigades, musicians, actors, poets, writers, journalists, gave a huge number of concerts in combat units, in hospitals, yes, commander, we did not want to attack and reconnaissance, did not derail trains, but we traveled tens of thousands of kilometers , performed in factories, field camps, dugouts and hospitals. we more than once they came under bombing and shelling, and after all they had to work almost around the clock, freeze and starve, each actor had a front line stage, sometimes a field, sometimes a forest, but everyone knew for sure that their main task was to strengthen the soldier’s morale.