to live, but still, i still want to sing, even when there is no place in the heart of the song, just not to give up and just to sing to sing my most important song. put your kindness against grief. it probably means something, even if the song gets stuck in your mouth you want to sing, even if you want to cry. live

with every kilometer we get closer to where we can joke. how completely what they zahahad for us. and we rob them with booty brought together.

today. we have a shakai folklore expedition for the choice of 529, we will not blink an hour, we will destroy at once in front of smart. vanechka you are mine and my soul is behind you.

la-la-laz golib-you-pakia, well, in the army and pasha you will leave another name, i'm danu ah, the cool ones are abandoned. for a long time already i would have no mother. any

ebb can be squeezed, yes, an unsophisticated opinion. we know for sure that we didn’t look like that, but we didn’t drive 274 km until after my father , we’ll mow a narrow area here and we’ll be accommodated in the altool living room of the situation, which is along well and diako. better by soaking botsin gossips, take a walk along the streets and sides of the history of the carriage, or if they visit pointing to where the racks are already ready to rewrite for a new one, the composer sergei sukhomlin and the young man are joking with that burning song story , which he declares with an absolutely pseudonym. pavel paulina is a peacock. polina, i’m sitting

with you all, too . and i’m sailing away the program for the first raid of artists, we’re following the tradition for you, not only according to rumors about the directors, everything is in line for october 1st. polina good afternoon, i am very glad to see you. see what you have to say about today's song. and this song is she is very unusual, it seemed to me that it would suit me very well. and i really want to perform it and try something new at the national and international competitions of the festival of ukraine project. in the privacy of a loser, a finalist, a child, jaha and urabasha, a finalist in the selection for the slavianski bazaar near vitebsk, playing the violin piano ukulele guitar. good

evening. the heart is dawning, go through the paths have been waiting for you for a long time. now. give it a try, give it a chance, destroy it, i went home. i drove my gospels come on, come on.

buddha in the koshalyov district and in the antennae, facts, zia, the past became my house near the downland, the place of the current carriage grew deaf foxes, their handler was count paskevich, just as he came to the grays in the meadow once, the judge of the mogilev province, general ivanov, arrived in the winter and so likened the youth to the land that the paskevich gave them to him in a posyabrovskogo way, and at the vogul's roundabout with the letter borders of the driven settlement six fifteenth year, one guesses at the pizza pen from the pommelnye sprezhkakh, hindered, great knyazemlitovsky and moscow power. dymka, don't forget you found an infection to feed the armanist . hi-wai, there are pancakes and lard and tomatoes. monday

we traditionally crush feathers on the song expedition near the slip that buddha has one of the head ones in the koshelev region yes, and bodai, the coldest character in any age every chastunkka has the same payment, who matsalakh the burner’s firewood, and his knees came off

to get himself an accompaniment, they tried to tank, i didn’t prove it to us under the tongue, then as the advice itself to drink a melody at the studio of indications , this is everything, this is my being. there, under the musical accompaniment, the authorship of sergei with dry wine, recording a folk song, a young bake. yes, you are my soul. i didn’t profit from you, vanya . oh, thank you polina, the first verse showed that you have such a rather original approach. i would say you are very careful with this song. i want to advise you to further in the development of the song. you were bolder, you perform uh, that's enough copyright songs. say what song it is. who writes for you? yes, this year, more precisely last year, i participated in the national bodbor for the children's slavic bazaar vitebsky

and i performed with the song, uh, the attraction of a dream. this is a song by leonid width, and also this year i released a song called repeating itself and it was written by a very talented seventeen-year-old girl from moscow, please go further and be bolder. in different corners of the country, in places of traeda and feats, remember, oh, viaram and heroes are a vulgar step. young maya sense and yunna maya hook the great and small yanas shackle the old man's truth and tell the memory of the common wart for the stubbornness. i'm tired of revealing aces. we famously otshuvali that story and

rebuffed the energy of the place where they came and look at the documentary cycle the memory of my land on belarus 24 tv channel. beautiful cities of belarus novogrudok castle, or rather, what is left of it is the brand of the city, there is no exact data on how the ancient structure looked in general, what was in each of the towers today,

we will show the sights and share historical facts, the monument of the knight in navahrudak is reasonably sculpted, the city adorns and the gothic water tower near the hotel reminds of gray-haired times red brick tower. it was built back in 1927. watch the program of the city of belarus on our tv channel. if a fight is inevitable, you must be the first to say it like it is and always learn to work in real conditions. this is not good. this is not bad. it 's just a fact we are a wonderful country. we have a wonderful state, wonderful vertical of power, but there is no ideal propaganda genius, puppeteers in that they offer us a solution to problems that would not exist if these very puppeteers were not next to us, problems must be solved,

and not gasp and groan from their presence is a simple formula for both political and personal happiness, the author's view. igor dura to the main event in the country and the world. do not miss the new releases of the propadanda project on the tv channel belarus 24.

jesus christ in me mother, you are not a spirit to me

come back what

will the koshelev district have people don’t fall on turquoise, there is no buddha lake, the convict lived white, rush got them all, they started helping all the faces and inshal people settled, what did they call it? guys, and later the father toils , another version is similar. not previously named, people believed that they were invented by god, and about him so be with me to flew about him and threw a little ugly earth on this place , trampoline grass grew on it. let them call it vezkul. there lived a nestor woman with his wife of goodness their six children lived one through was given in nesters. gora's wife died. rashi at nesterka to go to god, happy to joke , nester comes as god yes, and porridge my name is

nesterka to take her six skills. prompt , lord, i live to her, and god refuses him. spin the wind, shove. let's make blood, let's dance something hot, start playing, and my granny told me a thing for an hour , teach me to dance another night, and punch the chorus into my ears. come on to the end.

it was clear that the most shy girls by the bridle from shocked the advice of a gentleman to a couple, maybe get up me musya or tank one by one perhaps i am ironing from the right side of the duet of sergey sukhomlina and the peahens are flowing. everything is already overgrown. yes , and you left one, but what to leave here it is. oh, vanya vanya vanya. bay-bayushka polina , you and i recorded almost the entire song. thank you for listening to my advice. ah. i would like a little more improvisation at the end, please improvise, do you connect your future life with

the stage, of course i want to connect life with the stage, because now i live it for me it 's a thrill. i like it a lot, okay, but i i wish you everything goes well. thank you very much, thank you. well, we are finishing our song.

you came, you didn't scold me, my god. she was such a mother, so young. oh gentlemen.

kosheleksky district, after the soviet hour in 1930 , kolgas chervonakh was also organized here. the paths were pierced here forges and windmills at times, the invaders of the great and the great war burnt down 17 yards on the fronts threw 121 zhiharviski. wow shinavane of memory killed them for justice to algas 1968 was standing on a sculpture of a soldier in 1969 the subsump settled, and the fats neighbors haircut at school. looks like it's too late

already from the hill in the sky so good was poured out. yes, i've been eating for months. let's go plow already. yes, let's go home, otherwise the men will close the doors with clasps, yes, and do not let us go home, where we will spend the night at the rate of the defeatist, it's time to get to our parts and my grandfather and i will have more fun with the line. you have a stupid friday. good morning. normal we

ended the song with you ended successfully. i liked your impressions. i am very glad that i got the chance to perform this composition, because it is very unexpected for me and, of course, i want to thank the folklore group, which made it possible to sing this song. today i wish you success more than once. to visit us. good luck on stage. thank you very much process for the old not new

weakening for the folk song and our guest room not at batsuni buddha of the wallet district. let's evaluate at once, you are not the composer's father sergei sukhomlin from the pavva squash, we hear, vanya vanyusha, i'm giving you my scarf for fabric. simple day let's go ussu climbed god at yankovich rasonsky district. you are my soul, i am behind you. it

wasn't a pathetic road.

come on, batsuy, could you be fulfilled

somewhere at the table. i think this would be possible.