life will have to itself we must work to work. i just can't imagine even without work, that is, what i could do. well go to the sea. so what? well, every six months i'm not interested. work at an unloved job and go to the sea. well, fresh. yes, i think if a person has a dream, then you don’t have to go to work to plow. i think it is somehow. well, they have any business where no one plowed in business. i don't know this one.

facts that have been hidden under the heading secret for decades. you just need to have a wild imagination to imagine how i got out there. children were taken away and thrown to shepherd dogs, eyewitness accounts and, miraculously, the surviving prisoners of concentration camps, we will tell and show dozens of inquisitorial operations, they did not give water. we took this dirty snow warmed up in our palms and so we translate the

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our tonight gathered in this hall those who remember and love the work of the great belarusian ensemble pesnyara under the direction of vladimir slava success all-union and international recognition, the love of millions of fans from all over the world, all this happened to the artists of the famous ensemble and one of those who

created the beautiful legend called pesnyary was the lead soloist of the group, an outstanding master of the belarusian song stage leonid leonidovich

because i am the winds of jesus christ you snake oh and the cage could not. it's time for us probably winter has come. shugayu,

i'm talking about him. bake strength and fire

say what your name said what are you doing? i said you call.

yes, yes, winter is right. jacob

i believe the winter has come, i'm running away.

bake strength and fire you.

the lord of my day, john went far and stung,

the believer hallelujah was. wounds tucked in for the souls of their coal was

worth the growth. i was their left heart fashionable sting. what was the standing frost of the kings of the past lord of the day with

animal heat, appreciate the plan the work of leonid bartkevich coincided with

the most stellar truly triumphant moments of the creative life of the pesnyary ensemble, their records were released in millions of copies of their recordings and performances were constantly broadcast on the air of the all-union radio and television. they constantly toured not only in the ussr but from abroad. they were the first soviet artists to cross the ocean and perform with successful commercials. please note commercial tour of the southern states of the united states of america in our concert. today, another famous artist takes part, who, together with vladimir and leonid bortkevich, created the history of the patriotic stage. meet listen to the artist of the republic of belarus

vladislav misevich

love i don't know, i left without her, shian. no, i thought,

everything will disappear before the morning. valentina wrote. i'm vladimir mulyavin to

poems by yevgeny yevtushenko our mothers are leaving us. our mother is leaving us quietly on tiptoe. and we are calm sleeping, eating. satisfied, without noticing, this terrible hour does not leave us from our mother right away. no to us.

it just seems like shit they're leaving slowly and the country.

everything is moving away, they are moving away towards them ; it grew glass wall, we are late for the terrible hour. severe

they leave quietly, and we sleep calmly with the food that has come. not noticing it's so scary.

leaves change do not

wash hurt tea is baptized, the sun will kill. russians wash the sun with his

soul sharik, quiet your ski, my soul.

good evening, dear friends.

preserved yes light crystal dawn light over the world standing incomprehensibly your age-old sadness in belovezhskaya pushcha speaks belovezhskaya pushcha belovezhskaya pushcha is here long forgotten our parental blood and having heard the password the voice

of the ancestors calling the earthly bird forest publishes them centuries. i pass on to you the lovely forest forest. i'm flying to you. i check

the steep, where the grass is high, where the heat is svekluchik, the generation of your holy spring truth is cycling, let go of your holy spring truth. the forest near the tall birches will take away my heart, warming it. i am with myself the consolations of the living cherished answer. miracles belovezhskaya

pushchayskaya let off energy. the cherished father, the miraculous answer miloverskaya

shu kat did not know. there is a threshold to yak, i only with her password and i grow. not holi m.

new dreams omelet everyone is not love. i will be

all

the song by utym sale appeared in the repertoire of leonid bartkevich already after leaving the songwriters in the eighties, when he became the soloist of the belarusian radio, domestic authors gladly wrote new songs for him, which he already embodied as a solo vocalist. and now there will be another such beautiful song for your attention , also the authorship of igor mikhailovich lychenko to the verses of gennady buravkin. this song in 1982 became the laureate of the all-union festival song of the year bloodworms. meet for you the soloist of our orchestra sings beautifully, charming anastasia rachitskaya. in

the fields, ears just above the loose mudrezkas spun spun spun spun spun bloodworms scattered on the ground in wings, young poppies. well done young mats to guests for vasilkov for new ones. they were in the hands of their mother , in their hands, in their hands, and they were washing the hands

of the young, young, deep into the house. the matchmakers behaved like scrambled eggs, ground matvey. i gave bloodworms to young nata-voskas, i announce you for melting shuropa and i fly off your mother.

jesus christ, young oh, quiet at the window from this white light floats, stronger than your swim here is a bumblebee of another planet.

the windows gaping god, we did not open the light, and i keep joking noises from the sun and you hear your steps and the russian dealer. and

i hear my hands. russian day, my heart

was you and not, where the easy way for animals is now granite to the local edge. don't be sorry, don't be sorry, i burned

to the ground so that you feel now from my body. it was our married a thousand times dashi's hearts will burn.

they sing ours it happens to be married found.

trepadum 26 trepadum there was no fucking thing, like a soul you became

a completely russian table conversation

do not forget, i'm evil to frost. on the table as fresh as bread.

fluttering six alarm houses is not a guest, as a soul you became

a golden river, you are not a big one

of my detachment. and my a silent channel on the sedge river, you and i will sail away today. you are hope, you are my friend.

vaya and i'm golden in the blue sun, and in the forest they threaten you with a pine tree. only girls. you are my

hope, you are my detachment about me you marry by hand. and i need you.

ebb tide behind yours went for a long time, everything is overgrown with grass and

only the inscription veroni. and only born at the bark. goat

will descends all nadzhi name dear above goodness. our bispheramics

are sweeter than death

, and only great

autumn in the garden has forgotten the tattered fruit of yellow foliage. it would be better if we met for putin

i see the white willows hear doubt the evil of silence it would be easier and simpler, it would be too late to take care of the spring. we will punish that the words of love, first of all, that you check completely different we went for we went, that from all the others to check with me. and in fate they knew in advance that wednesday, wait

to meet, we would come to you on dates in half an hour. yes, i love spring, my punished, that you have previously scanned the words, that it is completely different to check, you and i sleep for hours, that it is completely different to check.

they strictly lied about the cake of the hour of spring. dear friends, i am very pleased to introduce the next artist to you. this is a great friend of leonid bordkevich, who, together with him , worked in the team of leonid leonidovich bartkevich until his very last days. he

is a russian moskvich and today he specially came to honor the memory of his friend with great pleasure i represent this artist. meet mikhail zolotov balala lala you may not believe me, but there is a city in which there is a buddha man

, who has a booth in the world, or who plays the turntables, you probably won’t find this city on the map, so he’s a little new friend everywhere, you hear, he’s half dead the lord takes. for many years

and also, which happens not often, there are no jailers here for his prisoners. is it possible to be evil, unfortunate, if music is born next to each evening and every god takes it in his hands every evening, every raise of the hand will be. this magic melody sounds for you and me, of course everyone

every evening god yes i am la-la-la-la-la-laya, bye-la-la-la-la-la-la thank you

do not offend your loved ones with reproaches. be afraid to seem cruel to your loved ones. and not vulnerable. very much to me

our beloved are very vulnerable very vulnerable our beloved for the sake of high love, we must remember that we live with us. an invisible thread an invisible thread our beloved ones an invisible thread an invisible thread our beloved let our life

not flow. smooth if only it was the most important heart stored heart stored our beloved heart stored heart stored. heart cherished heart cherished our love

heart cherished heart cherished our beloved heart cherished heart cherished our beloved heart cherished heart cherished by our loved ones.

friends, are you golden?

all my blood is a jagged city and a miracle, a dear flower forgotten by my hands, a cornflower, all my land, a forgotten hand , you will cover a persian pattern flower

under the fireplaces on persian putin and i have a jagged edge of a thief and jason, a forgotten hand behind mishke rsit the koran bloom. cornflower, the world will pass with us, a flower is sitting and jumping.

the pattern of the cornflower flower, the whole region sound to me

and the city and the former hand disappeared persian flower.

two dreams, danya spinach machine to send off wings

from the groom herself. i'm not going to believe you. so it will change, but you will be the first virgin. oh i will make an end. i will be for you. i am near you , we are at war in any way. i will put the tonic on the attack jackie

chuck and the maiden never i gave you dear chagall the way i gave. namaz all together good evening i start some you say. you tell me the truth, good evening starts in the afternoon, you tell me the truth.

yeah

yeah yeah u city u city u yea

yea yea yea yea yea

beloruzniki, show me hello, you have fed the spirit of the earth somewhere with faith. no

bitten chick hemp handbrake better than any hello, i'm watching yours to save your drowning. fire dictionary it became

quiet get up. nazersya we sat down.

leonid barkevich lived a bright, eventful life for millions of fans, he was an unattainable star, and for his family and friends he always remained a very earthly, simple, good-natured family man. he left behind beautiful sons, waited for grandchildren, but she and you inherited his bright image of him. unforgettable voice. and here are the songs that he gave life and which is always with us. the bright

memory of this outstanding artist. our life on the road has enough strength to go, if you remember your friends, the morning dawn of the eyes of your loved ones light, i can live without it. the windows will open, we will hide the pain in the chest. shout to

the wind, come into our house, so that your soul is sleeping to remember, help those who come out. you are like a goal. g. a lot of things in

life passed quickly, but don't forget, just look around there warmly, where the warm and native threshold. keep on the road, gravity is enough if in heart go class favorite soul light out of love. there will be a new day.

this is pure light. tomorrow we will carry us not to return you and but we will sing to us not to return. losses, but we will sing, i'm not afraid of enemies weaved. i sing and call my childhood. i can do everything in life, i live. now it will be.

i believe i believe love has accepted and will not look at caring caress, how to fight yasna on the coffin, my, belarus pines are contrived from neanderth, my aunt's youth

in the spring of the partisan trapezoid could not overgrow these pipes of the people's court. our families live in every heart to this day.

songs partizan own fog the whole world and i zaya my youth belarus white aistletit over the mold on the quiet did not lead somewhere in the sense of swamps will bury the cooling white thunder

belarus, partizan will give pines? fox hallelujah youth my belarus father my

belarus

they are ready to go to the end, our participants made a wish to win the attacking star, but their tower fell, the tower also made its wish, what should we think about? let's think about it. well done, we answer, kazakhstan where such buildings come from? tell mash is right without sarcasm. somewhere around here they are. they just put me there. there, which lady has a magic ball. we know for sure that baba yaga has a magic ball , of course, your team is not enough super, and for the sake of victory they will stop at nothing, than who is the coach of the belarus national football team, because watch the tower intellectual entertainment project on our tv channel.

with the onset of the weekend, everything comes into a joyful movement. and if it happens in the warm season, then sit at home, just impossible, and, especially in belarus, there are a huge number of places where you want to return again and again. hello everyone

today, the route to the woodland place, which is so old that it even remembers the raids of the tatars. and the famous aristocrats aginsky and the king of the commonwealth , stanislav august, also visited here. today we will visit here too . welcome to agrogorodok or khany of the brest region. i will find out what the tatar khan was noted for in these places. i will walk along the local avenue of stars. i will play in the local folk theater i will see the only one in belarus factory for the production of skis. well, at the end of the route i will find myself in the most ancient village of woodland.

only minibuses go directly from minsk to the telehans. they depart from the central bus station of the capital, a distance of 252 km, travel time, 3 hours 10 minutes. the fare is 25 rubles. khana is located in the heart of woodland in the ivatsevichy district of the brest region on the way to this agro-town, my attention was attracted by the introductory channel of the aginsky township, it began to actively develop precisely after the opening of the channel, which, by the way, at first was called the channel was named in honor of the great hetman, lithuanian and headman of slonim mikhail kazimiraginsky.