their children, therefore, led only to them by two wonderful ballerinas. somehow, by chance, i just sat next to me and heard snippets of their snippets in their whisper oleg korsenkov. it was ali's son from his second marriage. her husband was sasha ostapchik. he is such a very average dancer soon oleg's basket. so ali's son was invited to the kremlin palace, and he left for moscow. alya went after him and began to work there as a tutor and worked. pretty successful, as they say. but oleg sprained, either his leg, or some other injury. he could no longer dance, and he moved to rostock and there he created organized a dance pipe and led it by creating a musical theater there until his last days. now, uh, i was that person to her. for whom she lived,

probably to some extent. i blame myself very much that it so happened that she passed away so early. it was probably my fault that i was such a rather closed person, as a rule, i experienced it. i always remember, there were such moments when i came and my mother was crying. i say mommy and what is crying for some reason? i have someone there i say, mamul well, don’t cry, please, he says, well, i can’t do it differently, but who was ale she saw from the window all the time the theater where she worked, yes, in the eighty-sixth year, having given the theater 22 years. through the seventh entrance it was necessary to issue a pass. and to whom to go the director of the conductor the director was no longer there , they have not changed for a long time. even the watchmen at the seventh entrance, for sure, would not have recognized her already, and

everyone changed there. i understand that these were some very painful years, and i was told that she often appeared closer to closing. probably not to be recognized the cafes closest to the house, then in the theater opposite the suvorov school, then, well , communist and chicherin, but i didn’t see her like that, how she died, where she was buried. i can’t remember anyone in the theater. in october 1996, belarusbank issued a banknote of 100,000 rubles. and there is a picture from the ballet of the chosen one supposedly there. and now. the banknote has long been out of circulation of the parties that alya korzenkova danced have long been forgotten, and along

the avenue where cars are already walking, bumper to bumper no longer maneuvers, the red scooter doesn’t sit on it, the red beauty fur coat. in red boots. in a red cap. a crimson comet swept past, disappeared, went out. and now her image remains her gift. not in the role, but in life it is to love and remember. forget not to love

we collapsed

to rejoice in fractions. skin day is piling up the pages. sonnya mouth, albus of where else that would lose watchfulness was calestine. we ourselves do not respect it , we pass on the vedas to the experience of calmness. this is our hand in death. just happy moments add up.

historical pobud sacred walls this time straighten out at the folklore and secondary expedition nerds 545. yes, improve and

mentioned ukraine on the pie . no need to be bold. you didn’t skeletonize, you moved into the water, and i got young. and i threatened the newlyweds that the inhabitants

of nasubi were all. say say, say what well , yes, for you. we drove 184 km to capitalize

the street, agrogorodok, lyakhovets district. here the hermit guards the naga park. we will listen to the proper folk songs, and after we fly in the maimedly sitting down park complex of reytons for the benefit, we will ask for a kindness, we will make them happy the direction of the fan, with the work on the return of the sun of the folk song, our arranged by artyom kondratyuk, and removed the lachka. vlad karkazevich. vlada artyom, oksana, hello to you. greetings to all of you friends, the song brought from polissya is traditional for the belarusian folk line, and we will try to keep the mood vlad hello, hello. how are you? everything is fine? have you ever worked with folklore before? yes, it happened, i sang in the choir for many years, but it all started with the fact that i went to the circle in my school years.

where did you play the harp? did you like today's song i love lyrical slow songs and actually our song, and vlada krokosevich hooked me with its authenticity and depth. the songwriter has time for the song teacher to be surprised by the buy factor project, the outdoor music competition, and the center of their fragrance model online competition. i model released eight author's tracks under the pseudonym vlad gave the mother in the head. ah-ah-ah-ah to the earth. hallelujah through the settlement and i

am sent young to the ward. i went to the water borders, you don’t know, i’ll bring it, which means i slowed down and put a man on every dump truck, the very wife of heaven. what are they fighting for?

themselves and show you so stifled tselyovetsky district. they updated the special bottles of the syadin complex, known to the people as a reiton, relatives of this prussian dynasty launched caronino, belarusian lands. i sewed in the sixteenth haystack at the eighteenth dominic rayton and roused the yard to the heights of classicism . sit would be the house was muravan. i was more ripe for napoleon orda, on one of my sketches. however, son dominika jozef was trying to finish the wood-burning house on the second place under the flour on his leg, as if he were the second for

him on the twigs. no paradise lies at the commentary, in their own middle they had stoves with dutch drops. parquet, painted navane table in memory of a reputable penetrator, a kind of sharyt. on outdated. memorable. stone, leovelnik, tikala chapel, plowing under the shaky twenties city and she settling her unknown and akva nkov in the morning look like the district policeman hoisted the original weapon with the gate so he himself, they say, folding the diploma of the complex killed from the toys earlier leaves several who ruled over the end of the nineteenth under the shaky year 2020 and the park beyond the pond. hop hop greens.

in winter , winter did not break him. oh, you are a good fellow! the eternal son of a cloud

the beginning that you have your unreasonable mind keeps over you?

and i will love my hearts, i spit rush, and i’m not a sin to you, everything is cold, i’ll redkovich to you, that for a month, 161 km from the center of the country, we fly to visit the vocal agurt

to get, and after yasha, one jerk and we are at the churchyard of the zhidkovets district, our the women katya and the team are not a priest. like these ones plans for the future, and in the near future visit and guidance. there, thanks to the very reality , our arranger artyom kondratyuk, who arranged it, is trying terrible with the pressure of a folk song and the fish of the project, the factor canoe is krokosevichna. you ate on the water. you gave us water. ayam-loda, zhurelasyan is very cool. you get mentally. we will continue at the same pace, but before we continue. i want to ask. e tell me, here you are writing, as for yourself poems and songs, and for other artists. what topics are your

songs about in general, i write songs in pop-pop style, and on such topics about nature, about love, revealing deep topics, for example, from the relationship between parents and children. my

firewood for sheven they didn't lead us to the lyubynsky district. it's not far, takeaways. the rainbow ulesias is located the saints of the student butchers call it the porch of the blessed virgin an occasion for one of

the legend strangle the clock. not far away, a peasant plowed the fields with shafts, stood out of the peck, and the side of the water was zamora, the peasant lay down from hemming. yes, and he fell asleep, like a stone dreamed that, sensing the voice of the virgin, rise. roll off the stone, which has hardened, and it perkulized the boulder, and the court from the podyagoz water flowed, krynitsa is treated by hayusha, and the snotty mods, pushing her to the holy macave. an early collection , i guess that's why i made a ring.

probably the ones that zeus is my flower. probably, the shilo decorated hotly, only my pretty be fruitful. oh. i won with pucks in khabarov at

the very moment i was driving, i wouldn’t quit. all the naroks, probably, six baby and the people of the trading circle to listen to professional adults.

vlada krokosevich said, zhenya is young vlad, you were a participant factor bye, please tell me how your creative life turned out after the contest. factor is such a contest that i came to, and after it i realized that, in principle, it’s not enough just to come and sing, but it didn’t upset me. and to this day i continue to develop, develop in music in

creativity, and pump my skills, and write more songs after all, movement is life.

the shopping passage takes us away to the great novoselki, which near the dzerzhinsky district were haunted here, such a few lay on the family of kostrovitsky, the seated complex was from vedeno in the nineteenth century and as i told her on my bed, a full hour of apollinary kostrovitsky elder brother father of the belarusian political deyadzha. karusya, everything is not stirred up in the criminal house, the hospital, only the main entrance with columns, guessing that there was an axis here

, and diva is not far away. zakhoval the whole buddha in a flock with a red church, yes, earlier according to their measurements, and she did not do great, sit down in a wonderful house.

vlad, i congratulate you. we have finished writing our song. have we succeeded? i liked our reincarnation of the song, how it sounded in a new modern way.

many thanks to the team from the village of lips , klyakhovichi district. and for the fact that they bring their traditions and values ​​and give knowledge to the current generation. thank you for today's performance. until we meet again. i

'll tell you our life. blue

boom will not give.