its follower of our mental eschatological change is a constant spiritual change. he morning becomes an inheritance. christ's wine to be for the words to us on earth, like a ringed broom here, there is no laz about eternity to that earthly path. yes, for eternity in the teachings of christ, through fault, be to him a faithful thought of the word and a christian disciple. that we will stay at his mercy obyaakhim, st. peter said the mentor. i'm glad we're here. the mob from is the one that we are guilty of, the memory of them, that god has fixed for us, that we are guilty of skin

day to train yourself in his word and body. god wants to get to him and the desktop prayed served loved ones developed their talents. such a kneya to them before the change. we will be denied for the petition of st. paul, change the renewal of the rose. glory to the bosshood, brightening the guise of christ, the potassium father, calling him a son in front of the crested apostles, calling them to serve him and straightening them to experiences. illness hamontoma flour, when u went with him, yes, the joy of sunday and the life of alternating right soo. ha holy brother and sister of our the hero of change is not yet. our church , our chapel, dm a bowl of white bread, went at

the end of a short break. we can recognize presence. orphans of us living christ my dear caps, the meeting with god was still here on earth. we are guilty of tirelessly changing our hearts and our all sticky tenacious according to god's commandments for an hour, the spiritual brothers of the change of our hearts are sticky i bless you and have a son

and the holy spirit the western gates of belarus well, this gate guards the symbol of the city with an eleven-meter force, which in my opinion. perhaps a symbol of our entire country, we offer to go together to explore the natural beauties and the rich architectural heritage of belarus today, our amazing journey will pass through a wonderful city with many different unique places and attractions with its amazing atmosphere of architectural monuments, there are only two, this is a synagogue and a gymnasium. but monuments to heroes. whole we won't believe it, but i am now i am in a real bunker that has shrunk here since the cold war and on the second floor on the night of november 23 , 2020 thousand 812, together with us to belarus 24

, each of the heroes has his own path and his own story of great success. so we decided that she was trying herself in dancing, we, in fact, it was probably the first and first steps. everyone has their own approach to business. we never once amount to a workout in a tracksuit. from the first day he went belly to shirt in a tie. he was delirious, he went off his he liked it very much. we have been working out for 2 months and went to the first tournament. and we took. there , the first place with yulia is quite easy to work on the set, because, uh, i know that she used to do dancing. this is actually very good for the actor and for the stuntmen, talented brave people are always ready to learn something new. here is independence, he learned to value and distribute his time, which is very little about the new generation of belarusians. watch in the project on belarus 24 tv channel. we

have forgotten how to enjoy the little things, be surprised to feel the connection of times and generations. just notice. but every day is made up of tradition today a year or centuries ago. everything that is considered ancient was once new. we ourselves, without noticing it, pass on knowledge and experience through the generation, it's in our smile, waving our hands in such a familiar look.

real traditions of our ancestors are formed from simple happy moments

. i won't go where i don't get sick.

oh, god, hoping, i live from the rays, until the night is distant, i will not be with you.

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you live, be friends without dear lord my dear close at least distant beloved cell to be tasty for a palette with lucky stupid infuriates surfaced on the field. the song resounded on the edge for the feet. i

don't bring down la-la my soul. dasha is here by our lives for visual purposes for us, my soul lives in our network. a beloved cage for a palette of cereals stupid infuriates surfaced on the field. the song resounded along

the edge of the leg and whole forever in our life in our life, and the earth is spinning, as in childhood it

crushes winds over the earth to go. winds of loss, resentment rasoulka and me numbers and me numbers and me numbers seeping through all the cracks. the heart of people, tearing down the door of a pear of hope

and inspiring winds circling the winds for hundreds of years and day and night says goodbye carousel earth for hundreds of years, all the winds return to their circles, but there is a wind of change in the world he will fly in driving away the winds of change. does it go when separation comes,

insults of the wind and day and night say goodbye carousel earth for hundreds of years, all the winds return to normal tomorrow, the wind will move tomorrow in the past. he will come he will be a kind gentle wind. peshemen. he will come, he will be kind

gentle wind of change. t respector, even i will strangely pounce, impudently turn around. i have a wheel. vera has a nose for

her karani ducks. summer

in the soul, what a miracle this soda russian children, child life, happy, what kind of souls of heaven?

whether jesus christ, lord, if love lives in the heart or stay the same as a bride on the sides, stay by yourself the whole world to dispel your eyes, if the heart lives love and look at all films about love, but there is also a lot to say in life, and na-na do not rush. wait, you will see everything will be, but not immediately. don't look. don't look around, stay as you are is, stay by yourself the whole world to feel your eyes, if the heart lives love, well, not

to know. leave your eyes alone. the heart

lives love. control through contingencies enter the entire public

state of a certain shock is now the main strategy that will use the west and beyond the laws through. through elections. radicals to power. they will never accept, the people hate them by military means. now belarus cannot be defeated. so, the stake will be placed on terror. extremism is nothing the west will stop at, any means will abandoned for belarus in their scenario of one twenty-fourth twenty-fifth year, an attempt at any cost to blow up the situation from the inside. today we must be ready every day to defend our world, including the sovereignty project objectively. do not miss the new releases on belarus 24 tv channel

. the school is better for the solokoson. tears and boiling water i'm here beads.

play teardrop cried for you.

selena are you petrik , is he busy?

besedera the winds of mozganyak swooped in with me by christ

i was lucky to sell and you don't know what people seem to be. a that i'm not there, we'll walk. i'm coming

and you don't know that the killer whale is coming. you know punish and walk, i hey walk. i'm in the chimney garden heels of comfort, and behind me the lads curl up and hate walking beautiful for him. i hey i'm walking i'm walking. i am walking. thank you

for the heavy fun commemoration i won't be kidding.

his name is yours my heart, my god.

jesus my dangerous

loud red chicks walk walk round dances divided the money the earth

cannot name water. they gave me nights, there the girls ate butterflies, there is mine above him.

thank

you policemen. we have a huge passionate finger important. let it be spent under the window, along the fields of the chassis, as here and there crumbling goodness is important under the window rolls into the window. hey.

the heart burns pain and can not sleep. the front-line light triangle will descend on the rat , the silence rang. impossible if i

go to work, it will suddenly spill, but my mother does not believe that you will not return. only she will always wait . i have a son to return home. everything seems to be tears may rain. it suddenly spills, but does not

believe in scale, will not return much to the court. she will always wait for her son. i feel alive in my heart, it happens, the wind is

aware, terrible wars went to the field, and the life of all the sons returned. the world has woken up, hello mom. i'm back. hello mother. i am alive i live. i'm back. mom i'm

back. and a little white blossomed with white light blossomed from the fat of the won ripened you sent

a wheelbarrow for kalina mom her wife on her knees is a bandit sister. i was chaise. white

color

my native mova cute words smaller study elephants and the shrine of the people my dear my. you are the shrine of the people, my dear.

and i am the deep mora your muddy words. you can , dear mova, our happiness in cheers, joy in the forest, i do not deny that i will not sit about my generation. i will describe what i will eat and sing to you. i am yours for your health, the people of his belarusian husband died of our

earth, the russian word everyone betrayed the people who offered god the belarusian language, he or our earth , the belarusian language, the spirit of the spirit, lived.

oh my god

the beginning of finishing our lives me

city city

gentlemen

everything

is such a powerful day. i love you. your land your result your land.