[000:00:20;00] we had three mechas in minsk, three people's artists of belarus, three osinka, three chinas, on which the musical bridge trembled at parties , they roasted, that for three yakovlez anything, on the right for manual robbers, mikhaildeninsky was holding them with a folk choir, mikhas finnberg, was shouting, and b with an orchestra belarus third did not husky held a smart orchestra

of folk instruments. large-scale pies and head conductors of the orchestra laureate of the state award, people's artist of belarus professor mikhail kazenets for my love for music, i bash all the minsk conductors. i who practice well, one swinging his arms, well, pricking, and he kept drinking these whole necks of firewood; others simply, but i show myself glancing about hiding in the hall. well, i surrender to you yakies, robbers. what vytanshany third just this music fast just fourth. ninjas in my own and swimming do not conduct an orchestra, playing by myself

, the musicians seem to be criminal tensioners, they

look okay. kazinets koi u with his pirate concerto and he showed the program to the tsalkas under the armchair tsalk of instrumental music in a criminal number. it was a weber-themed fantasia. jesus christ superstar know who i am electronic fatal music handed cymbals at the tremol, and kazenets served kazenets. it seemed to me that behind him the great hall of the philharmonic was filled with stress to this

deterioration of the ship's music in households chiseled such as masturbation by an orchestra at hand. drunk i tell myself that like this on the stage elegant alive. my comrade misha kazints is more than i incarnate times. to heal

the experience of our know with in our wear and tear to us our fizruk theatrical remnants of the institute, ron markovich pershits, established a skin summer, a bike ride for students, a mastok, a director for an actor of another and third year in belarus, and even if she found the desire for belarus, she deliberately sunbathed, bathed songs to my guitar, i crab there yavki i love my life. it’s me, the slaves and the axis of the raptom, came to my victory. kera in their third year of acting konstantin nikolayevich sannikov came to the show, and to look, i'm how his students

piss off, and volodya thought to me alone term. get in, we're going to minsk , i respond to you. yeah don't forget the guitar shav me distract me none. if we were driving to minsk and he said that we were being collected by the director of another and my third year to me where to send us with our analysis already ready before the graduation performance, pushin and uh, in the middle of the concert line, we have no concert for everyone 2 days before leaving for moscow and this profit our team had to clarify it all already for the wagon technician. on the platform, two conservative students came. it was them and

valya popova of the day. ready contributions arrived in moscow arranged for us and settled at the boarding school of the theater of the soviet army in the valleys, according to the military riddle, simple days will be shown both the concert program and the performance. for three days, with this ruby, we spent three days galsalis around moscow as patriators, buying pedigree books in museums, and books by profession, and misha was called a kazenets, we were sitting at the boarding school rehearsing to whom and i brightened up neither the mind nor kolya did not hide at the conservatory, they climbed to fuck him. the day of the show has come on the stage ah, the huge stage

the theater of the soviet army overlooked our concert . and i turned out to be that we were going beyond the ural kharaptin and our base would be, sverdlovsk for two days near the mournful carriage to say with a drill, of course misha stretched the soft pages. until late at night. valya was plodding along. passengers sat down upa these played misha on those who heard him asked him and the currency of the song stood, how did they themselves park the profits? tsyn

closed sacratic rocket lame one a chain, if we got pissed off on the bus with a raft , they dropped us off at the fobus hall and showed the height of the cut. they said the axle is straight. an american spy landed on a parachute a while ago. powers yakina on a b29 plane, she was tall in ukraine, the ussr photographed some objects there and he was shot down by the soviets. i already had staff with whom, to whom us artists, the director, requested a trip to this tour from this, they are professional art of their own. i thought that, well, we didn’t need to pay any fee, well, students. than there we are young and have not ripened at all

recruit them to leafy agents. how to call us the place of these blood? dreaming of traveling, but don't know where to start, so where is the city of bogotsk. the labyrinths of their streets today will be revealed to us by the father of the belarusian cities polotsk, we will tell you everything about the tourist opportunities and the beauties of the nature of belarus, no matter what you travel through the august canal on a boat on a catamaran, it is absolutely not important on the ship. i'm sure you'll absolutely love it, because there's insane beauty all around . adventure and interesting meeting. sofia cathedral. the creed of power and independence built in the eleventh century. great

polish prince vseslav sorcery. when you are in a museum, you are approximately in the nineteenth century, how the jokes were going, that