and it was fish day. and they also gave us front-line 100 g. before, i always either refused or traded for sugar, and then i decided to drink for the victory. one that day, the officers of the soldiers staged a festive fireworks fired like crazy from rifle pistols into rocket launchers until the cartridges ran out. it was the happiest day of my long life. and the sacrifice of millions of people, the task of the current generation is to preserve the world, this freedom, for which

our heroes fought congratulations on victory day from god on yours one destiny one road two sisters whole more beautiful two sisters of belarus russia two sisters of belarus russia two sisters belarus my dear all lies, brothers, sincere congratulations on victory day, i am sure that all our grandfathers, fathers, our ancestors gave their lives and fought against fascism , not so that we all it was scattered over

the earth through the air and forgotten in our life of this story. let's not forget these days. not you, not us, but to be together shoulder to shoulder. together, as two sisters belarus and russia, i wish us all victory on all fronts, and that we happiness lived in joy and in peace. take care of your families. appreciate everything that our parents, our grandfathers, created for us, their memory is eternal , and we - i'm sure we will not disgrace and defend all the greatest values ​​​​of love in the family, tradition, culture, understanding of universal friendship and joy, be happy, you know, that we are together, when we are together this is strength happy victory day joyful

life-affirming congratulatory marathon in a few minutes on october square in minsk will be picked up by the participants of the concert we will follow the live broadcast on our air from happy holiday belarus with the great victory day

black ribbon and write your name in the list of the best from your shoulder warmly keep friends in the ranks. closing from the shoulders. you were a faithful comrade and soldier, and

for years this wound did not heal. it is not everyone will believe the forces. this will remain for me. so that people on earth, christ always has a place. at the start of the photo, you can’t recognize the faces of

your homeland, you still remember, and your friend lives until the end of what you haven’t completed, and the sky is better for yourself to take them away. tests are sent to us more often, that someone's son is the main one to say, take an example from a hero, a real one for a long time not all relatives are able to do this. people on earth

there is always a place for the feat of the earth. the chosen one who saved this fate remained on earth living

a happy height for fate.

good evening compatriots, hello friends. all those who have gathered with us today to celebrate this great holy day of victory. today we are all together, with a kind word we commemorate those. who fell in the war? we carry the saints to the monuments and the obelisk we remember and rejoice those who survived and gave life to us for more than

nine million belarusians. this is great and folk holiday. so it was and so it will always be. the belarusian people will never change their memory. we dedicate today's festive concert not only to belarusians, but also to all our friends, brothers around the world, who, despite official bans, threats of fines and sanctions, celebrate this holiday with us. let's remember together today. rejoice and cry, sing your favorite

songs, because today is our holiday with you , our victory is with you, here is a lorry, the truck of the gorky automobile plant of the legendary lorry turned 90, together with it we will make travel in time, let's remember the songs dear to our hearts and our fathers and grandfathers of the heroes of the great patriotic war, lorries , real combat vehicles. they traveled a lot of fiery versts, carried soldiers of war correspondents and artists of the front brigades to the front, and from there under fire and bombing. they took out the wounded, saves thousands of lives, they have something

to remember and something to tell. uncle zhenya, and i was at the costume studio yesterday, there were so many dresses for the concert , and we are on the course. look in it i will similar to claudia shulzhenko nastenka on the example of him right now right now i am now in 1941, art went to the front en masse just two days after the start of the war actors, musicians , dancers, gymnasts accompanied the army everywhere and in the most difficult battles, having reached berlin together, it’s not

even worth saying that the service of entertainers was risky germans. they were not taken prisoner like partisans and marines. they were considered especially dangerous enemies. just an artist just an artist to notice. a modest blue handkerchief leaned lowered play. you said that you will not forget the affectionate joyful meetings, sometimes at night we said goodbye to you

desires. i remember how a memorable evening your handkerchief fell , how you saw off and promised a blue little fruit. and let me not. today i know my beloved with love and you hide a blue scarf for health.

receiving hear, i live the voice and between the lines the blue handkerchief again rises to betray the dwarf and the hour in god bleeds. and not yours feels. we remember the most tender speeches of a bachelorette party , the strategists of my relatives, the desired loved ones, such

a machine gun is scribbling a pure blue handkerchief, so that on the shoulders of the dear ones, a machine gunner scribbles behind a blue handkerchief, so that dear ones are on their shoulders. and now we are dear, i will sing to you, only browki will let you down. well, let's go. so

you play so that the mountains braid, that he stirs the green soul. so that among us inside you and play to bring you back. whether the path, the closed window will not come out not to meet me, the girl, mountain cap, said black-browed, so that the heart is not born in the water. oh andryusha, should we be sad, don’t hide the accordion, play in every way, that’s how you play, so that the mountains are recorded, to stir green. so break in in the middle of the night, the wind curls you so play so as not to save much.

they looked at you. this is to you and on behalf of the whole company i say, i love you. love girl gave birth to a heart.

i broke my heart, i took peace. and this girl gave me a crazy sleep, my heart took me peace, either, then i’ll pass, but i will find love, i’m crazy, heart peace arrow girl, i’m crazy.

surely, looking at the front-line concert, someone might have thought how good and fun it was in the war, but everything was different. the field hospital was moved. the wounded were loaded onto cars and taken away from those who had gangrene,

it was impossible to transport with the rest. they were left until the morning to wait for the next transport. the night seemed endless, the young officer was especially heavy. he was lying in a fever limit, and then he began to call his mother so expressively. to ask her to come up, that i could not stand it, she came up and took his hand. he was gone.

in the interweaving of colors and the swamp among the big houses and short phrases. in the fire of one candle and in the light of light, i am looking for you among the wilderness of centuries , many unknown paths of plot endless dreams plots of endless dreams the laws of attraction are half in the laws, where the half is, and even though my road is not easy to it

, there may be siege mistakes saving hearts. i'm looking for you in the wilderness of centuries and many unknown path plots of endless dreams plots of endless words laws of attraction half of the law of attraction

i'm waiting for you on a date. tomorrow here in the house on a wonderful dimension. where passion is beautiful , impeccability, where their intersection is inevitable? i am looking for you among the souls of centuries and the courage of unknown plots entered, an endless layer of plot of endless words and hold on. i am half

plot. infinity law of attraction half laws of attraction gray veil far far away? behind the mists, the war

and cremation died without us, but we are not to blame. we are chained to the earth. air workers' wars from the front-line dugout, we can see the protest in a dream of pine trees grown up. l air workers

wars where the land? far and far not love for a long time us the charm of the rain is always war.

air workers wars in air workers i will be today before dawn everything

that was not with me i remember. even who i was dating, promised i'd be back mom, and the steppe grass. wind greens wake up, we pass.

you can't live otherwise.

i saw off my husband alone crying for the war

no child, without him, thursdays. so fridays, nothing more. you come back come back soon falcon you come back come back soon to my home, i'm alone. now i don't need it. without you, spring is not spring for me. if you want a lot, not visually, my birds fly

following you and skaryna's berries in the wind, like tears roll in the morning. you come back come back soon and my falcon. come back , come back to your home soon. i am alone now as we have in the sky without you, i have fun. lord

, i spent more than one night crying for my husband to go to war , no stretch without him, fours until 5:00. nothing else. you come back to me. how am i alone in my home now? and spring women's share was to believe in love

and wait for a soldier's battle with the enemy to win back every five of their native land. and also with an attempt to return to the front, a long 4-year front.

this is more for me.

my heart with my eyes. warm, dear, head soon my heart, the creator of the look to climb. release me on it. i will tell her about my feelings and i thank the lord allah the father and thank you all. lord me your earthly. hallelujah spinning

to work says

the front-line lorry was in the war for everyone and

the small stage and the hospital transportation of the nurse and delivering bread and cartridges to the front lines. how many human destinies, how many times onions and tragedies, she had a chance to see in her front-line century, one of the most heroic and tragic stories was the fate of women in the war, our daughters and sisters, changing shoes, chintz dresses on a tunic and boots fought on a par with men gave their youth to beauty. and even life itself for the sake of a common cause for the sake of our victory hello, my dear mother. i am a sniper mother, i took off

11 fascist submachine gunners and snipers, and i also carried our wounded commander from the battlefield. and now he told me that he would introduce me to his native ruler. the truth is with you on may 20, i received the most severe reprimand from our battalion commander before the battle. he showed me the point from which i was supposed to shoot, and i looked, but there, well, nothing at all see. and she moved forward, and then the deputy battalion commander and our commissar wounded me with one mine, but don't worry about me, mommy.

and with her the sunset burned, only three remained. of the 18 guys, how many of their good friends are left.

height shone, falling rocket, like a burned-out star, who ever saw once, he will never forget this will never be at an unfamiliar village.

and it was visible, as if during the day only stronger. we believe in your dream. i stand with them on the window line. at a stranger's height.

sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers. with bloody not come. our land. sometime they got down. and

they turned white. served in the sky flies

in the fog at the end of the day. i'll swim in the same one. from the skies of the first-aid kit, calling out to all the wax on earth sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers. who did not come

not to our land. they died once, but turned into white cranes. do you know art can sometimes work wonders to move the time frame? i

now have the opportunity to introduce you to the hero of that war, the drivers in the legendary. hello here, here he is a hero. you know, we celebrate your holiday victory day, we know that you are our hero. well, what a hero i am, there are many of us, and i am a simple driver. just petrovich come on, don't be modest anymore. artists told me that you saved their lives more than once on your lorry. yes, it was my lorry that handed them over. here she is, my bird. listen petrovich it's strange you 're talking to her. as if alive, like a piece of iron , so and ours are alive. oh, how she growls when she brings beauty and joy to the front,

when the song about the world about goodness about love sounds. did you mean to tell you so precisely? well, are we going to get around, have you come to the circle? this strange is insignificant, i voiced. t. i jesus

did not dream of his happiness. he burns with his chest, like someone cut down a lot, when spring is in my soul and along i again, that the sun

shines on jesus christ

jesus christ

we usually remember the exploits at the front in partisan detachments and underground he gave to the front the most precious thing of his husbands and children, and then for days, months and years he waited for their return, and there was and is nothing worse than the grief of a mother who did not wait for her child of her blood from the war. memory breath, if this song is dedicated to mothers who have given birth

, red-haired stew, like oranges in the snow, the mother joked , the mother was cheerful. i gave birth to a son from the sun, and the other was black-black. she has a black path, burned mine. said too much it didn’t work out. the earth

red-headed furious fire and forms of smoke, evil, overstayed, believe the front-line educators two winged soil did not peck, it clung around.

flesh and become golden orders do not protect the sons sit rare to shoulder to shoulder of the hand, what else has the bright star changed?

the peaceful land of those who sing

the way, only intelligence does not sing along the way. for 78 years, we belarusians have carefully preserved the memory of the heroes of the past. we remember all

the names of belarusians, russian ukrainians, kazakhs, armenians, jews, azerbaijanis, poles, tatars, representatives of many, many more peoples who fell in the struggle for the liberation of our land today, may 9, all over the country in their honor to the majestic memorial and modest mass graves lay down millions of flowers from noble descendants. no, forgiveness to those who deprive the heroes of their last resting place and posthumous glory who demolishes monuments and obelisks, because the memory cannot be destroyed by our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. and

the nerves are stretched like a string and blood pulsates through the veins. we look. we are on the screen where the native country fought did not return, so we looked back.

or the guys on the righteous god, dying, they bequeathed that we on earth remain ourselves, resurrects the stones, steel will not return with me, and therefore we looked back, so that the spirit and the lord, because

my goal did not sleep well, at night rose to attack friends, life remained for him, but he remained day, believe and meet with you and so we looked back at us lord hallelujah in you to know and so we looked back at the sto

so that god and we are worthy. to this we looked back at the dream of your house. you loved, the sun at dawn and rasul honey

on the grass and the wavy fields in the spikelets of the village church fell, and when the darkness enveloped the earth and came, an unexpected war. we went to fight for the motherland in order to defend the land from enemies. where are you great-grandfathers my strength is ugly?

mom and dad call the sleepy closet, when i look in the mirror, i see you when the song i sing, i hear you, and today i will tell you. i want your day of exploits. i am proud not to forget side by side, never alive, where are you great-grandfathers my

strength is ugly. i miss. we were the same. white russians remembered

cute. attention says and shows minsk listen to us residents of hero cities with a holiday moscow st. petersburg , leningrad volgograd stalingrad and smolensk with a holiday kiev odessa kerch and sevastopol with a holiday, novosibirsk tula smolensk with a holiday

brest fortress with a holiday all cities and towns and villages villages and stations where our friends and brothers from all over the world honor and remember the holy victory with the holiday, who , despising all prohibitions, celebrate victory day, we are with you we are together we are one and our common victory is immortal. belarus remembers remembers. we remember everyone. burns out

circling in the summer.

the most beloved life of the country melted from the sky above the head fiery black hell with the fortress of brest kursk bulge a soldier stood to death for his mother going from grief for stalingrad with moscow for his land guzzled and blood, but the light was standing and how to leave he woke up jesus christ

like a soldier? sky day painted the sky with happiness i will not

forget, you are people born for soldiers, what have become? before the spirit of their unsubdued in the head , bowing the bow of risk. where did our lives continue for the great this day of victory before them on their knees?

poor, long-suffering belarusian land , cut with trenches, wounded with ashes , you will be reborn, you will definitely be reborn , cities will be built and factories will be written new books. your name will be recognized all over the world, you

will defeat the pain of chernobyl into space, a belarusian satellite will fly and the first one will be built. nuclear power plant. we can do anything, we can overcome everything. if only there was peace. the scars of the earth will hide from the city and the ships will fly to the very do not forget. if we remember the war, it will not return.

the memory of heroes and for the sake of the world, it must be preserved by the world.

she sings over us silence this peaceful sky the country sings. and holy prayer lives on. if he remembered, then our people will be great,

which means everything and always.

republic of belarus

lord of the grace of christ

hallelujah happiness silent flame. hello, i’ll say welcome , i know, you’ve been waiting for me for a long time linen crane , native belarusian lands, we forgot the silence that keeps the heart of my land beating, if anything, there is eternal beyond control. no, you ask

me and i will answer. i will answer all these lands. i am the heart of my land. how god helps people, and he comes before us. how to teach us the truth of justice love, what is known about the ancient miraculous icons do not circulate in sorrows and in worldly problems when it's with vera, she helps. what secrets are hidden in the sacred place of the belarusian land now? we open a white discreet door and without their prefaces we will move to the eighteenth century. what

is prayer? and what is its meaning? prayer is the very thing, and in this way you simply heroize your handwriting in silence. uh, heart of god, watch spiritual educational projects on belarus 24 tv channel . without glasses, i can’t see anything at all . it’s just that an ophthalmologist comes with two fingers and blurryly saw, perhaps, visions are bad the children were decatri, probably bought

pencils and ate a lot. here is a leaf of an albom. well, politely. well, they said there that you would have a high degree of their eyes for 6-7 years, but i also saw six lines there. i remember it exactly and it just gets smaller every year.