faith in god was not shaken, not by the outbreak of war, not by the tragic loss of a spouse, not by a serious health problem, the difficulties of wartime, being prone to bed. she did not rebuke us with particular zeal, plunged into prayer and contemplation of god, having received from god the gift of clairvoyance. she helped many people who came to them with spiritual advice and a word of consolation and prayer , remembering the ascetics of the belarusian land, we receive important edification and for ourselves the saints are also people, and the saints of the belarusian land lived where we live today. we are god next to each of us. if we really want to be with him, we will act according to his commandments and make them the rules of our own lives.

when in our hearts today god's grace of you shines with the same power, as in the times of st. euphrosyne of polotsk and st. cyril of turov and subsequent centuries, st. seraphim of sarov said that the only difference between the righteous and the sinner is the determination to improve and indeed the determination to be with christ. here something that is often lacking in a modern person, even who considers himself a real as a christian it is not uncommon for the cycle of worldly affairs, public opinion or property to stifle our hearts' desire for christ , such a temptation at a young age is especially strong. even those who are not indifferent to god and consider spiritual life important for themselves, nevertheless put aside the affairs of inner work on themselves. i'm looking for virtues for later

, of course, it's impossible to do this, and the point here is not only the unpredictability of our life. after all , no one knows the number of days of their earthly journey; it is also important that spiritual life requires the labor of the time of constancy does not immediately ripen the fruit of the virtues, as st. seraphim of sarov said, virtue is not its pear. suddenly do not eat, suddenly, that is, suddenly quickly, therefore. the acquisition of virtue precedes years of spiritual work and struggle with one's imperfections and passions, therefore, the earlier a person embarks on the christian path, the more spiritual fruit he will bring, and spiritual fruit. unlike everything earthly, it will not disappear into

eternity, but will testify before god and our love for him, moreover, we need to remind ourselves as often as possible that just from this time of life we ​​will only take good fruits with us, however, like our imperfections of the soul, our sins, therefore it is very important to get rid of this, as best we can. quickly and acquire virtues and work on them dear brothers and sisters. today we again recall that, according to the word of the lord jesus christ, the kingdom of heaven is not far from each of us, and shears the kingdom, that is, the one who compels herself ascends into it, and the holy ascetics of piety lived not only in distant lands, palestine, greece or egypt

; they passed their earthly path here on belarusian soil. and some of the saints glorified by the church were our contemporaries. all this tells us that the lord lives, the truth of his gospel will be, and we remember this to be affirmed in the determination to live according to the gospel with good deeds to serve god and imitate our neighbors, thereby imitating the peace of our forces of our holy compatriots.

we float in a cloud above the earth. eh smoke will part. i love you. only you are not mine and you won't be mine. you are not far with me and you live and fly a week of whites in the clouds. golden i want to make you happy. i'm the one in the world to think about perfumed herbs. the horse didn't get out. you are far away with me and you live flying in the clouds.

the sky is shining above the earth. i want to fly with you in the morning, i will fly there with you behind the clouds . marina, earthly, you are far away with me. you are only gold and far from me. you are marina earthly

gold you are not far with me, not earthly to god gold

with me and you i give tanks everything, measure all your love of power of attorney i believe, i give it to one. covered

the young

you in this music enters the disco, mom and dad do not go to our music to play. i'm young and not now everything is decided, we are sinned, it is decided. you are my scream. i want you to hear me.

the word i'm black the fluff of your bent ones will jump the best bright funny bang,

because ha, my love, my little one. oh, nikoi, i’ll forget you to anyone, my hunter, my finishing touch, you, i went to her. sunny. you were everything. you keep the tank and the place and the watchtower to run will tire your

law to ours. little voice, my godly in the world, smart people live happily and all the braggarts, dear, i will forget to score. my olya is never my sink. oh no one will forget. i'm olya monica my about the god of colobox my way you will help and godfather william i said, and it will open up and fall asleep here, our own will depend to

the heart to slow down the path, both half-belief, my mosquitoes. freebie, let me live happily with glass in the world and no one will forget, my zaya.

in advance

do not store your sprinkles wing. i'm praying, belarus prayers are quiet

stupidity, and vera and cornflowers i stand taller on your high. yes, yours, oh vera give me a sweetheart. i am your white swallow. i advance yours with a bear from a jump of money your roof, a wing wind to live. swim, i'm a weeper to be on your white dances, let your verog give.

let me get comfortable. i am your white white indicate yes to yours kill the horns, let's go together. let me snuggle. i am your white white swallow. i am

in advance in your snowball from the lid. x kriplya krivinochka a new baby

where it is tight, everything will end there. so on a wake-up call, who it is that i grew up for, i ’m melting about god over the three seas, i’m ready for sunny, cheerful exchanges. i am yours. you are satisfied. i press. there is something. you pray in the sky braided. louder. well, that's just how it works.

the only reason, i'm afraid, is that steve doesn't know which one of us will tickle, on the right, the wave area. sunny cheerful correct are ready. i wring out your vivacious, then i have something you

pray for the sky for three matats crazy neighbors, where is your vetaliki. show yourself, you have to be in time, sunny age, with warm spills of goodness, just brought not let's go. i'm yours, you're running around wringing out, then i 'm shaking you pray, the sky, molodechno

closed the law. i love you. our land through the eyes of foreigners, i came to belarus sunny from dagestan to study and get a higher education. i have been working for 19 years. and here at the enterprise. we manufacture various wall walls for construction. how did they end up in our country and why did they stay here to live, and i listened to my uncle's advice. he told me that belarus is a beautiful side, minsk in general is the only city better than them. that's education. there one of the best culture of nature. everything

is beautiful here. everything is. here are the real names. for this, i personally arrange everything. watch in the program a look at belarus on our tv channel, in which within 20 minutes you will learn more about the key events of the past week, more of your likes. our social networks, make exciting online journey through the most picturesque corners of belarus in the evening

this blue crane stared into the sky,

native country. we are one soul with you, the land, my land, my loud belarus. you are to the heart lean me against your beauty sinyos. you are living water on mine. i am drowning, as if in a fairy tale, and my heart flies with delight, i drown the fields with my soul in

mothers courage, and in russia there is no more beautiful country for me. and the country looked into the blue crane sky, i am the country. we are one soul with you, the land, my land, belarus, my health giving birth. you sent me to my heart your beauty is blue. what kind of living water are you on yours?

hope, and my faith not in soul with you, my blue-eyed one.

hello, our road with you to the work of the heart of a pure primist stone will be blessed. young people i like the light and wide

melody of the heart with you and the slices with you, the velosia will be fixed holy i rush light and wide place with you i want to sleep with you. i don’t want to say, and the wind doesn’t eat pies, and for joy after not by the power of the melody of the heart, the melody of the holy melody rushes to me lightly and

wide with you and only with you and the will left the holy one wanders us light and wide behind you and he and with you. please, saint michael of the skin soul with a melody heart molodechno melody of the heart clean krenice. what is your soul changing? at young impulses, a melody remains in the sanctuary. the holy one rushes to me light and

wide with you and the rain and with you remains holy, i rush light and wide place with you into vidosiki with you. confusion and parted and ask. i've been waiting for the wings of our motul

wind on behalf of the wind over the mountains, i'm gone. where are you? take me with you, carry me because of the extreme calico at the bright edge, those signs are you and the axis, xanim. i will touch the hand with the good of their high evil because of the love of the soul of love, i you any with you.

i've been to you jackal for a long time, i'm kvika rook beloved once, having a wind, i don't have faith for vera. where are you, take me with you, carry me. you are a zakanjaka, you have a bright edge. without know. you said it. i sneak up on the hands of the soul of love,

i'm with you, i'm with you. the wind over the mountains where what kind of fish i

'm with you memories always foggy on slips away, like a shadow from the light and only the smell of bread foggy intoxicates the night and caress. you are on still

water. go dear branches yesterday. eternity releases time to the full, a wave blocks the way and catches, but it is not possible return the past. yesterday , just for the last time, my tender

dream in my reader and even again, straining in solovki for happiness, faith in the hand is proud of the heart of the stomachs of love. this is vera just yesterday. yesterday

i sang the composer's song. yakov znamya has already been pressed dumbly by oleg to suppress songs to improve in our hearts, and worsen in the economy of the driven belarusian spivaks such as alexander solodukha irina dorofeeva pyotr efimov a few thickets freeze and the song of izmail kaplanova lvovna is for you. class,

dear, riva lvovna it's me, you're handsome and adorable, that you could even subdue moses. this is from the heart, come, governor, a huge look of his eyes. be this rome lviv with you more fun and your body is alli souls thank my huge look of your children. always be good gods

more fun. this is not a question and a mop is not that you will see god's red golden hair trace to you whispers and gentle words.

you souls thank my god a modest look of your nights bestow love on my heart.

time calls for dialogue and serious steps to ways to resolve global conflicts. unfortunately, now there is a battle not only for truth and memory, but because of food , the grain deal is again on the lips. and bread has already become a currency and a subject of bargaining in the world ; it is in the blood of, perhaps, the vast majority of belarusians. the same applies to our policy, whether it be an external vector or investments, without which it is impossible to develop bright news stories in the political , economic and social life in the country and abroad. undoubtedly, the development of the peaceful

atom is sure a step forward on the path of our economic independence, we return to our homeland. more precisely, even to a small homeland. in small districts, there should be the same social infrastructure as in large cities. this is how belarusians build brick by brick, the future on their land. watch on tv channel belarus 24. why cut down polesie with such a unique and unlike the naked place of belarus, our people are generally wonderful, firstly, good-natured well, the village. do you know everyone's name? what was the name of his parents, the names of his grandfathers, necronoty nature and unique architecture. village history quite rich in 2013. this village is 500 years old, the celebration of this event was brought and set up with huge blocks of such meat traditions of mova and cheering.

watch the draft policy on the tv channel belarus 24. my dear, i embrace strength. road

my dreams i fly in to download. hallway wings in a narrow bed and ate

compost embracing closely over the water yak young plots part. ah, i love you. my faith chronicles green oaks, they do not stand together in a ball. i'm

hooked on water. i do n't want to forget your strength. forget you. my native

road is one, and in the light of the night the saint doesn’t go for everything, it doesn’t require so much.

and a kind word for kind people, the native hut is not secretly rich, dear. for all the time it's all

from the moon to demand alien world war. and the prayer of your native map is not rich with younger paints. dear you , today you are rich, dear to him it is impossible. well done

you are mine. the strength of my beloved

cossack was gone to leave on a molecule of charm. zavaljatiya

bless good people grace me soul beauty will be. the lord is always with you. guys, leave, you will melt your son. what like you're sad? i took off the guitar wall to the tonality of cottage cheese three chords, i took thoughts again returned to the house

, my native city in two gazebos, where our songs sounded at one o'clock in the night boys for three one and tarara, brute force and blow and spring my super-old songs of that guitar . quite the springs fled, quarreled, we remember less, we sleep more soundly in e-mail, we write letters three times a year, i called, what happened? what happened will heal about something sin you taught for life. mesh in that yard young boys on

three one guitar torn summer and spring my super-old, he me the songs of that guitar are satisfied. what happened?

young boys for three one guitar by brute force and blow you from flight and spring in the dancing of evils slime t-shirts flew out , superstarnik remember songs only guitars well done boys for three one guitar by brute force and blows without flight or dreams we will cut the pillars. i'm pants, t-shirts, their fights, superstars remember songs only guitars

dodge with an open soul, come to us in belarus come, come to us in belarus come belarus, brother darail, look at the blocks and lakes at the great fluffy and not tight flight. space jump. come, come to us here, belarus

come, come to us. we rushed you with salt 1.7 and we live, we want health here, not at the blockage , i forbid you to return with love and peace. come before us killed russ jumping.