your guardianship such tsudovny prayed frames. do you have a christian school? i hope that this year she will also resume her teaching activities. that's the only problem we have is that there is nowhere to huddle sunday school. we are doing renovations now. uh, our former kindergarten building, therefore , somewhere in the schools we ask that they accept us to teach somewhere in the code of criminal procedure well, where it turns out in a word, but the school operates, somehow. i took an old photo of 17 years old grandmothers who used to come so i looked at them and only one of the old parishioners for 17 years. remained alive. young people, of course, come, someone stays. we have a young choir. here are

the teachers from the music school from secondary schools singing. also, everyone with a musical education, there is a choir and grannies sing, we don’t leave them to eat and young people. there is, of course, the parish keeps alive , thank god, there are both parishioners and visiting pilgrims. well, as always, we are waiting for the best, we go more. today , the st. nicholas church, looking like a grundon to velma and a handsome two-headed with five dobrushani call their temple the heart and soul of the city. the miracle worker is declared the main shrine of the city of dobrush and the center of spiritual life is convenient. i want

to turn here nature and man is in a certain ship-eating. what a skill i was thinking about in tahodyas, that the meat , so to speak, was not powerful enough to furnish not their drowning sailing away to my blood purge. mach this is just my subjective little alley, come and check for yourself, our program came to an end with us high, god give birth to us.

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if you were watching the gentleman as before in the distance. this revelation will melt away that we once did not say cry the weather from your window. i come here, the old house the old house and the chestnut under me and the love that rushed to the father the old house the old house. he only wants us to see us together again, the old house, the old

house and wait for the love that rushed by the father. old house old house he dreams it is important for us to see us together again, old time old buy every house. noah is covered with a shadow of sadness memories of our windows look like before. yes, you old met us and saw us off

, they knew what to expect, but they didn’t tell us, and this is my fault, the old house is the old house and the window and love were waiting for us the old house the old house, he dreams of the old house the old house was just waiting for us came up and the love that rushed by like a dream, the old house, the old house, dreams of the important thing to see us together again.

the old house the old house the old house the old house the old house the old house the greek was waiting, and love came up, that the old house rushed, the old house destroys about entered, it will see us singing again old house old house and wait love came up, old house old house, he dreams of

identification. i hear a familiar speech, i see your face. well, why is it only in the dream of the white night a bold wing?

let's go with you, where? i don't know where. i don't know where, i don't know, i don't know. the white night descended from the cloud, the wind, when youth hear a familiar speech, i see your appearance. well , why is it only in the snow that the white night fell like this, the wind rolls, i give, we all hear familiar speech, i see the face of war. why is it only with him the color of the dawn, heavenly being.

it’s a pity that my visions are getting shorter, the dream, repeating, i ask you to repeat, but the white nights turners give one hope and i smile at the ascendant , i believe that i’m not in a dream. i will meet you, i will meet you, i will meet you, i will meet you. the white night descended into a cloud of wind, when i fly towards the light, i hear the familiar, i only see god well, why is it only in the snow white night descended into such a god

-wind, when this youth i hear a familiar speech i see the face of war. why is it only in the snow the white night has let me go white night has fallen white, but white night has fallen, dear, but the white night has fallen, dear night has fallen. as it descends, i hear a familiar speech, i see your sharp one, but why is it only in a dream?

i can’t understand forever how to live without you white snow will fall to cover the whole world white snow will fall to the whole world? he walked on the ground on foot, on the way he met only everything. this is a dream, many met only

everything on the way. where can i find you in what region? bump, how i love you, how i love you. and winter came blown.

all the flowers shouted to the gray mist to you shouted out all the fog are you looking for how you love me from

you to find what edge? how am i from you to me to find you in you to find you looking for? how about you. where can i find you? hear how much

i love you. we are going on an expedition around the corners of our country for people who are crazy to take our ovulatory spadge. we will not be slaughtered by raw foodists goblets of truth, what to joke and all the fears of cooking to leave behind the beach? shima and here we are the siege of the child, that near the new york area you decided to stare, you will prick his miners and we will investigate her

history and the meat images were hauled and back curling beard. dozhinkov's image of the holy piston of a sheaf of god's beard is so indicated on the vests at the pivotal day of stubble. let's give the second tradition a new life, say, let's say my heart, that you wash our thoughts, look at the project on the pirates on our tv channel. about the weather in particular and about the climate on the planet as a whole , the e-e level of the caspian sea is subject to e- fluctuations with a period of 20 e 30 years. that is, it periodically rises, periodically decreases, and we drink drinks from this beautiful glass, we can also use lead, in some countries, crystal glass is banned for such topical issues. again, according to literary sources, the current issyk-kul

is definitely a littering of the coast. uh, garbage, where the most important thing is not the bottle to blame, which lies in the forest, but the person who left it there and threw it away, watch the teleborometer on belarus 24 tv channel. what is the consequence, what is the reason, if my world is crazy, it has become just a woman and a man

the reflection of two mirrors , it seems that there are no obstacles in the way and there is no guilt either, no one ’s eyes are just hiding, flashing, as well as welcoming candles. i'll tell you crazy, how sometimes powerless words. i'll tell you crazy i repeat at night again and my crazy us that won't come true in the hot summer. i will speak strongly for you. there is no escape from love and the winged prankster evil, as if in an apple right into

the heart, will fall with a golden arrow. and let there be obstacles in my way, but there is no salvation either, only shamefully hiding looks, like lamps, the wrong light, i will tell you crazy, how words are sometimes powerless. i'll tell you crazy i repeat at the beginning again and in my crazy dreams that will not come true in the hot summer. i'll tell you to shoot.

i'm crazy about you, how sometimes words are powerless. i'll tell you crazy repeat at night again and my crazy sleep that will not be a hot summer. you drive me crazy. i'll tell you. you are

my friend, you are my brother, my wounds are slowly slowly closer to you. i still love your eyes, like the first time the sky cannot understand your eyes, like the first time. we will not meet with foreign cities. the sky cannot understand how i love. all that we forgot, we forgot that

we once loved crashed from a cliff, but dust. you were the most dear to me, not endless silence. and this loneliness in me along the edge so slowly slowly closer to you. i still love your eyes, as for the first time we cannot sleep in foreign cities, the sky cannot understand how i love your eyes, as the sky cannot understand the foreign cities of minsk for the first time. aliens and cities do not hide us the sky can not understand. i still love your eyes, like for the

first time in foreign cities, we can’t hide, the sky cannot understand how i love your eyes, like for the first time in foreign cities. don't hide us, heaven cannot understand how i love, how i love, how i love, how i love your eyes, how the first time a stranger can never hide. us, heaven can't understand.

all this hopeful will stop, you strive, the hour does not run, i am poor, take care of your hands. let the mother and the earth of the blue edge above me and you help the blue sky

. blue-lukaya, she is to the gods, i come all from you from the edge. you would have praised the lake covered me, i do not need blood, an unpleasant spirit, my love, hands betrayed. you lighter, thawed bunk. i came. i dick would have betrayed you kolka i joked to god do not know that in the spring

of the region next to my lord. the sky is blue charade, quiet, mug, roll, i leave the life of the sides around my beloved bluish.

lazy tires do not lose my land and the pegs are snowing. here you can give yourself centuries and lose yours the trail here from the sky

changes, as if from the city steals the keys to all the resting rooms, which beats for you for your sake i rest the light

in your distant window. the wind steals the summer in the land of the birds, skrysh to make my hopes come true, i i beg you, please send me very well in my heart, louder than all the words in the world. otherwise, you, that my heart will not melt, beats for the sake of you, the closest

to you, the loudest not a word. for you i breathe. so

you are christ christonia beats for you for your sake i am breathing. if you urgently need a rest, you need to switch, and the mini-tour is still far from the vacation, what you need is a city with a thousand-year history, even as the local press assures - this is the pearl of western belarus, together we will go to the most beautiful interesting places, thanks to vladimir korotkevich wall castles settled white houses and the black monk, who guard the castle from uninvited bones. it feels like i'm in a real

salt cave, although actually. everything is done here in order to achieve such an effect, we will introduce you to local entertainment and attractions of years and by the age when the girl he himself, that there should have been about 400 dolls in her collection, see the program the route is built on belarus 24 tv channel. can i i divorce without the consent of my spouse? i changed my mind, i do n’t want to get married at all, especially green. today heard the bad news, killed one woman. are you familiar with her? no, i think my dad has an affair on the side. mistress, i don't know, you think you're a maniac after all. yes, i'm sure, look strangulation in a wasteland

and all the victims fit the same type. if you want to be with leroy, fight for her. dad like why didn't you tell me that your father was present at the crime scene? watch the series fatal song this weekend on belarus 24 tv channel

you know close to space. the main thing is that you are there. the stars will become one. we will come brisk pace, and the time to lose its meaning, and the heart cares quickly with you heavenly higher we are with you.

everything in our universe. do you remember what you dreamed about? the sky will give, the sky will certainly be happy. it just needs so little sun, and you didn’t become my eggs for me, and

the heart takes care of the souls of the bodies quickly, heaven is not higher, not in the zone. so we are with you

i remember by heart every gesture every look. news like a novel from books tells

tell heaven to look into your eyes. parting - this means until the morning angels. game cats there will tell tell tell me to

heaven to look into your eyes, i'll give everything. between them they are pulled with saliva, the enemy will stay with

me to hide behind silence, and sing. and where to store on earth in heaven, to look into your eyes, i will give everything. they live in the south of belarus in the morning the sun and rises at dawn, the sonorous cry

of cranes is heard native spores, embrace and meet no better villages get tremendous pleasure. from every passing day, coaxing himself to a dude, so kind to me the reception, but the headlight was easier knows now slept, uh, good is unacceptable. i wo n’t come to my place of soda, so i ate some wild ones and instill this love for life in their families and friends 10 daughters and three sons. can you imagine how many cousins ​​it is. family woman. these people are already dear to me, watch the draft policy on belarus 24 tv channel. dance is the pulse of movement breathing is the rhythm of life. fashion illustration is the art of conveying fashion ideas

in a visual form honey, a spoon for dinner, how is it? new theatrical forms author's reading of classical works search sacred meaning we are in a new place every week, watch the fashion project for culture on wednesdays on belarus 24. god.

your eyes shine with a kind light, probably, in this the heart was sitting

again, the flame will flare up again, it will become quiet, with strong words the night will pass without hearing the light with us. let us be a blessing in this world. he is nobody else. he gives us fairy tales again. god forbid there will be another smirnov knowledge. maybe he’s just joking with us , he’s strong, he’s burning like an elephant and his signatures are strong. and if

you are in love with me, your eyes shine with a kind light, you are to blame, you are probably strong in this. and

if you are in love with me, your eyes shine with a kind light, probably in this world. you

got me alone too late. i won't love you like this anymore. i'll forget, only i live i see i'm running away. love from you. you wanted to take me with you, but i couldn’t tell the whole truth, only a step towards you and again forgot how you don’t have to ask for it, leave me the strength to do more. i steps

my fault, but just get out and caught up with me too late. i won't love you like this anymore. i will forget, only i live mine. oh, you love, i will no longer love everything from you, i will forget,

this is the only way i can live, running away from you love. i won't love you anymore, i 'll forget you, only i can see to live. love from you. if

you could understand what is in my soul how flies for you, if you experienced the same thing. oh, so i was in love, my friend. and now what? i thought it was spring, and this is now. and how i was in love, my friend. and now what? i thought it was spring. come to me, even on the

edge, even in a dream of ralitiki strange, i will fall into you, a white pebble of unearthly. oh , how i was in love, my friend, and now what? i thought it was spring, now i was in love, my friend. and now what? i thought

it was spring. in love, my friend. and now what? i thought it was spring in love, my friend. and

now what? i thought it was spring. and this is now. uh-huh thank you for something we have for being sick of us friendship for being fake flattery. it seems to us that friendship is not needed because we do not hide our eyes for the fact that losing finds for the fact that the soul is in heaven and the earthly word is free. thank you for living for

saving each other for the fact that fate is broken, when we are in pain in a circle for the fact that we don’t remember evil for the fact that we don’t remember the bad for the fact that the soul is in the sky, we still love god save the road in everything. thank you for what we are for the fact that we

chose the flags for not betraying the cross for having children for the fact that we are here, for the fact that we have become kindred and there will be no more strangers. save us all dear eyes. thank you all health from

the heart. every day we experience a million emotions. we can be happy, angry , surprised, sad, sometimes our emotions. we are not subject, and music expresses our emotions much stronger. this emotional force literally takes back, and has already hit. in us. it becomes an integral part of life.