each of them chose his own path, correctly disposed of his talent, successfully implementing it in his homeland. it probably serves to play a lot, because there is a certain range of acting today, they are the pride of hope of belarus. these are new children who can immediately change from rest to goals immediately to study immediately to new knowledge. let's share a story, and they are not afraid of their creative path with all the successes and failures and daily work on themselves. nothing is shy. he enjoys what he does see the new people project. on the tv channel belarus 24 in our program the most active

schoolchildren from all over belarus i know that the middle ages are divided into three periods - this is the early middle and later, so i answered yes, in order to win our game. they catch not a freebie, but new information. i had a drive when i studied music for 3 years. the motor does not change the memory of the school for this wind musical instrument, the musical size of the waltz shoots three quarters, because here is the tactic is three beats one, two, three tickets, the superfinal will be given to the one who will be able to answer the maximum number of questions . the question is rather complicated, but something prompted me to answer exactly no alexey what is the formula for air, how is the formula? no. it's just a mixture of different gases. it's nice to talk to you. look in the project. i know on the tv channel belarus

24. it lowers with shins with pliability, the polish for a year on the fall of the vytvortsa whole checked the clay, kasht, nasmak, then sifted from the extracted clay from the comments and kneaded in full proportion with sand and organic ingredients supplements, live and egg whites. molding for glyn was not leveled all year round, but only for shasbuda in the lower seasons at pirates from late spring to early autumn kolya one hundred calendar days. after kneading , the clay was stuffed into a wood-burning frame with excess clay, cut off with a knife with a rule, and along the upper and lower knives with the fingers they smashed, as they should, the parallel gaps of the wozyan polished the great flat contact of the czechla with the most recent solution. what

was the great anxiety of mura, on the right , in that the process of feudalization was being served 131 lions at once titles of royal letters - this is the most complete architectural patterns symbolized an absolutely inferior structure. frets potassium king and he was not claimed to be a great roaming feudal lord and his brother absolutely towered over us already russia and they could symbolize, for sure, the bridge of the symbol of the new structure. i ss one chip at pobudov vezhi vapno, tada didn’t have cement before butovnichestvo under and only china vapno went, what had been around the earth from 60 years to a hundred years, which had lain near the earth of non-existence for 100 years, and it became soft and plastic if alleys, potassium kneaded a solution for moore extinguished cotton. dry

quick-liquid clear, yolks were added and crow went wild in 1998 , sometimes excavations nearby, you know , packing costa lives in the wild, orphans like that were tips from a beaver from here grew up to be on blood and not from human beings. i to taken to deprive the police is stupid, in principle, two storkhel died. what are you doing with our architecture belarusian thought? happy new year on top of the great dead, our tackle is not so our owl is taken by the muler with one hand and laying, and this is not comes off and tearing off with both hands and a first grader. you save up with one and you can’t transfer it, and there they can give it was not so duck. i'll have them all at once, after all, and this is how it should, in my opinion, they stole about the nests from the wood-burning belek by overlapping the egedelium by

five, the tiers of the skin tier of the mayan loopholes at the lower fours. i'm not from zero and are devoured by the waver. our solid tier, wretched crayfish tower one great spishisty opening rise from the hulled from belik at what distance did the balcony interval? it was a gallon angle i hunt the hunters broke through to inches in the narrow st. colleza, then only one person could forgive one sentry, and already one person could stab the simplest one, all armed with the shatyry for that. niches on the fifth tier settled, what's up? the strict and velveous wakefulness of the lynx and the warm prettiness of the boil from wilt, uh, defending the burning tires in this bo, allowing a good look, then the robbers from above at everyone and sometimes a storm, that there were armata

such that the stone cores of this bullet were fired from this form no. no problem but it's great a fish, rather such a pranaya on an object in this wall, how can i break it? well, everything that you raise in a corner and from this shape, and for the waist, five tiers were with wood-burning ladders improved along each other. the first two checks you go for hedgehogs of beer and gospodar shot. aposhn. the finale was more than a living space for the fighters, and let's write a tier was a crinny well, there were no problems with water , and there were no problems with water, and a blatant blunder in all tiers of 300 m² made it possible to place a great number of yakea people actively engaged in defense.

i see that i will be crowned by the shaternat of zubtsov once, pierced by a red naziral ottulina through the geta once the smoke, the soldiers poured water on their inflamed resin heads to the leatherettes. fighting whore, souk, stirred a one and a half meter chair. i was here in front of the teeth. so okay. i think that he served as a dahom, a safe platoon above the fifth tier. the people hauled its supporting elements of paper along between the domes and the wall of the vezha, the passage near the gutter of the huyak, water was selected and diverted beyond the walls, the expanse of red canals of the ringing years of the hedgehogs is simple and concise near the upper part of don john under the battlements toils. from a carcass with four sherou whole laps above this decorative ornamentation and under the armchair prudence of the butcher's architectural traditions, the upper care

is framed by a stiplen gatty portal. eating will on some effectiveness of the defense on this round polite tail. aliya is on the verge of the hungarians. eh, the mongol-tatar invasion has a study that castles with such round hangs, and they were quite effective and the garrison could straighten. uh, long hours of tax help. e, herself, kamenets vezha and a small upstart, probably, the coenas is located. she talked about the function. this is such a defense line where you could hide. all the gospodarchie, everything and us , were located on the territory of the vocal city. i was somehow called now to watch in russian the clock ty on uh this lower castle already later at xvi-xvii-xviii. at this lower castle grew. and by the way, i'm like a weight headman with a lover. velmesh happy forest was visited by a whole group of volyn centuries, it was already nine, but besides

the main one. on the contrary, the functions in the at the straight tower, one to one overburden is 25 km, even though the allies were outpaced , not the enemy is covered with a 250-kilometer knife. vezhe turned the principality into an impregnable fortress, sometimes already on foot from the light war. kamenetskaya. vezha rang the trading packets from human hands the teeth were dismantled. so i insisted until the end of two utter wars, according to the words of the old-timers, vezha after the war was a tidying up of ghouls, in the fifties, they didn’t turn kamenets vezha for everyone in a year, you stand looking at the vakulya, who made cakes of his mighty handlers and stand still for as long as 1,000, not pakhiska nor the new elements nor the enemy at hand.

this is a place beyond extraordinary nature, my small birth begins near this place. what greta's job is my dad, ear. this is the place for me. i just can’t live with people , our matings must be slavs all their prasovito. that is, they were kind-hearted honest people and protect their native land. good after work here's how to relax, feed the fish

to admire nature and the clouds. and the fountain a complete idyll is murmuring about us, look, a project of poleshuki on the tv channel belarus 20 shatyry.

and having glorified the tire of the lake blue to the sky early, that during the rules of the race the mlesse. ponadzhak, quarrels take off, wash creatures. yes, the shrine will fade. the heavens have thrown the tire latitudes of the lakes behind the fabrics, mouth-tossed under the sun. you look, he and nick are exhausted, but what about gold sandy beer? i would drink from their endlessly sketched not lakes. i'm not a big belly, all the more so, i just want from stress, so that thieves

do not know the pestilence, and the lakes are swamped heart. day of the belarusians about the writing, which the year means at the end of the case, the first

time it bloomed far away in 1994, it fell at a school in the city, this course is the traditional day of belarus land, the city of bely 28, the day of belarusian explanations for the mare, the decision on good coats. explain to you the forbidden light of the spirituality of the national culture and the book turkish near the town.

white hunter bulbs white cats sit in a cloud of white bundles, the eternal parade of the white earthly god walked and the white shoulders of the white people white dew, wednesday leads your sadness, my dusty, mine

life. you are my equal king. you are mine, my dear sadness, my dear, my sadness. and my good evening syabry good evening, ship's holy gathered you and me here at the watchdog town of the earth. what a rich attack rich. she is a heroic side of the history of the city, what pairs of light shmat to stalin, where such beauties and wider

people live, and it seems to me symbolic in the film that one of the pedestrians sounded the song belaya rus on the word of the natives of these meats of the poet and translator. vladimir skarynkin. it was you who had the ambition to be called avito gorodkov the capital of the anniversary thirtieth day of belarusian writing , a receiving machine fell out of visiting the radius of konstantin veronik auter of that very familiar poem taras on parnassus . well, today absolutely all schoolchildren. you improve this thief in the lessons of belarusian literature,

at least a screed to say, i would have brought it to myself , that alicia is a thief, he woke up included in the school curriculum. can you imagine you e rut to talk about your version, then from time to time they are remembered. i think radka, yanka kupala , i am not a poet. about crimea, god, i'm not torn. i have a lot of khan to this glory. today we will make a lot of ship rodts. on this stage. i am to our classics, and now their authors, and therefore prose writers. well, at the same time for razno it comes to praise and stirring at the rash opening of the anniversary thirtieth day of the belarusian writing and the foreman of the organization of the committee for subsistence is requested to the stage, then the mustache of the day of the belarusian writing about the viceroy of the prime minister of the republic

belarus igor viktorovich petrushenko of the vitebsk regional council channel alexander mikhailovich subbotin veniamin of the patriarchal exarch of belarus for the collapse of the wedding of the president of the republic of belarus alexander yegorovich lukashenka, the floor is given to the local prime minister of the republic of belarus igor viktorovich was petrshenko. sardach shanovesyabry

sardesh on venshui with the day of belarusian writing , the saint of the national culture of the drukov slander and belarusian spirituality. i koe-sel it means thirty. hour its capitals were many famous cultural and reciprocal centers of belarus. polotsk turov, novogrudok are not swish, pinsk is famous for shklow with them, the names of the left-handed aisha creators of the worldly scale are associated with them, euphrosyn - not the polotsk cyril of turov francis, the fast five of the avenger spiridon sable simeon of polotsk is symbolic that the anniversary fell on the year of the world from the curd operation and is celebrated

on living room vitivshina denounced the belarusian statehood from the most guarded center of the book of friendliness. native moba of the vedas and traditions of the ducts for everything. yes, i know people are stumbled upon their imprisoned prats , they are allowed to remake hardships, and pie codes are not a flawed spring of the strength and wisdom of the people, a support for the exhalation of patriotism and love. yes, father ears, i’m waiting for the guests to do everything, holy health, happiness, life wisdom and creative spitting for selfish darlings alexander

lukashenko allotments and guests of such a kind and bright light i soar you widely on this holy evening , successful wuxi who came to town today for the gathering of the thirtieth anniversary of the day belarusian writing? culture rich in spiritual belongings, the old-timer polotsk, the cole of the belarusian statehood, small radima, more useful than the slavic and belarusian pepper-dracor of the humanist philosopher francis skaryna from 1994, took the first day of belarusian writing from the rashist. and today

, the region has once become a center of attraction for wow, who loves the native word undermines and develops our national culture. great responders from the pridzinsky region efrosinya polotskaya simeon polotsk language drozdovich vladimir korotkevich literary hromadsky ideaji novakol, chicken pratsitelinton gathered to feed the worldly civilization. in 2023, the town of malaya radima auther of the most popular national poem of the nineteenth city of taras on parnassus of constantine rightfully became the capital of the day of belarusian writing in 2023. during the years of taras, they call the pearl of belarusian poetry, the completed

mouths of the living language khutka were scattered into quotes from steel folk primulos. everything is connected with the town to live by the belarusian poet loreat, whinnying at the prize belarusians vladimir skarynkin. traditionally have underarm worms in the town hosts the holy folk art of gorodotsky parnassus, there are many original minestroy, and the gorodotsky house also promoted the folklore pattern in belarus for the development of the national arable land. court private names of fire are declared by the code of the nation , hermits are tempted to new heres. let the dear syabry wait for the whole world. let the infantry, the good ones, on the right motzans, health, happiness, and kindness. do not go, dear mother, the word in the vastness of our

ukraine with the saint, dear fellow countrymen and shanovnye guests. deaco and your high priesthood to you the word of the multi-lingual prostavniks of the sovereign vlad, the organizers of the jews holy brothers and sisters, let us get to inshaan, by the grace of god, the ruler of kirovism, for the thirtieth time, we will open the day of belarusian writing. deep sense - this is holyly deceived by the sacred sphere, and we are directly in the name of god and some of the worst of those words, and god will guard the greek logos. this is holy ground. the word mova from the very

undergarment is turned off by the gift of god's man already to the fact that the lord has feasted you better in a man from the created world. and the peoples i extremely showed their tongues, the nazials from the area are called wordless, they live with creation. what belly be? i myself would like to and people only without faith and hope for life, eternal power, the wordless name of a husband. ras will hang the same thing on people who are allowed to trevolok the phenomenon of good and evil , prohority and underhandedness about usiocop importance of love. the purpose of our holy from the obediently dimly hooded all the doubts

of the enormity, the real sheish from the place of rudny writing from oksana, she surrendered with a shir and a samadan, his servant, so i self-proclaimed tradition already. we have the most subject-matter achievements and even the best-served writers. journalists, scholarly philologists, publishers of books, hour-shops of their own newspapers, redaksins, workers, malstras, on-the-scenes praise and ambition for them allivarto to fill up the pyrolyc, which gave so much from them without whom there is simply no one, they would all come here over the years of nomination. and what of the seam is more important could not be conceived of a proper notice of the significance of the word tax. shiro iwagi and wage za

to listen to our mentors, the philologists of their own and captive pratsi, and serving the word yang from is the continuation of the activities of the great illuminators of white russia, remember your mentors these commandments of the apostle and paul minavita today to hum especially actual captive self-made, and the sretenskaya of our great ancestors, thrifty for the hova with imashats, brought glory to their efforts far kneading our earth let's remember our chrysostom saint cyril of the turov land of the books of the light of the people of god, i would like to say separately today about a similar one at a time we are on earth where the saint here took off

her earthly path them to her, not the thought of those about the similar was the holiness of this was and not only i her life alley, you told them that she also left behind the highest patterns of the church bridge. yes, they can be attributed to the church of the transfiguration of the savior for a century, it was buried on a strip of land on a spacious roof about a similar renovated in our days, with the blessing of metropolitan philaret, the ephesian image of the mother of god dina in the past the icon-painting monument of the saint carried light with his word, you renew those reconciling those who fight with the prince, and they make poor their bodies of peace and goodness in our slavic lands, so our word of the yakshats about

such a duty to be good, clean, filled with love and mercy. we are obliged to remember that at all hours a special mission was at the storehouse of the opponents of the niva to the people's light. i am to ecclesiastical and secular ones, like body with bogodzha-uz, rich in all spiritual, spiritual value, our mind is the morning light with manifesting the formation and development of the belarusian nation and its creative reach. and the sretensky feat of the gums and the orphans of us allotments, which are today warmed, the anniversary of the thirtieth expedition, the road to the shrine is learned poets , writers, cheap cultures and proxies for the creativity of the intelligentsia. what bad pilgrimage days

were removed here in their ways along the roads of our country, illuminated by the light of the blessed fire from the holy sepulcher, not hay zhakh. this is the light of the resurrection. christov being the boss is the sign of the towers, and the light pours out on everyone. who listens to the word i sleep. once again, i'm feeling. da gosha writing and friend hai the lord zahovaya our belarusian people with kindness and raise our mat of years, the blessing of the lord, let them burn, they will burn for all of us. great for your word elk and it is necessary and the show of the most spirit-shakans now the opening of our st. shanno igor viktorovich, we ask you to say important words to gt. the thirtieth

anniversary day of the belarusian literature is declared open viktorovich alexander mikhailovich your high incident we ask you forgive me at the viewing room. ukraine of glory to partizanskaya ukraine of peace and kindness you are our pride our helmet i am to the sun

hello your people. millet syabry we give them a belarusian day about writing the most important words for skin and the belarusian kept the anthem of the republic of belarus we belarusians are peaceful, i am the people of the heart of madania exactly the land of the shira we will reserve strength. manage the people of kindness union our beloved mothers and to

see our beloved mother. past forever live and to see russia bros we can be centuries voronin threshold battle for freedom battle for a share through the mining of our bright land. our

beloved mother and kin, live forever and to the poorer bely our beloved, my strength forever live to

rather, the belarusian jesus christ nestor sokolovovsky mikhail klimkovich and vladimir koryzna face the face of the douny the symbol of the eleventh belarusian people ekim from the arrogance of the ahuev about the generation of syabry about the address of the holy day of the belarusians about the writings

received shmat, vinshevannil anyway such a wedding address of the fearsome wind of the republic of the national outcome of the republic of belarus natalya ivanovna kochanova celebrated let the atmosphere be holy from today, uniting at the waterflood joking national suitability at mutual understanding between our his officials further thrifty. has the richest spiritual decline become a nudo, and which of them provides an impetuous conscience for a generation? well, overgrown with great satisfaction we pass to one of the most ancient traditions of holy writing ceremony orally good writers for 2020 and other national literary awards. the minister of information of the republic of belarus, vladimir barysovich pertsov, and

the foremen of the hromada association, the union from the writer of belarus, olesya nikolayevich karlyukevich, are asked to take the stage? good evening, fishing rods holyly i soar you at the bottom of the belarusian writing year this holy belarusian word is spinning around our native belarus and know for the extension of those who are slavish, belarus, i am a friend of the writers. i am advisors to aliya utim that, besides what we call with the fallen one, we will have those literary

thieves. you are their outsider names, which we will play a joke on and according to yours on this stage. i'm to and we'll leave ours on shaky. and i mentioned that you who will live, after us they will chase our native belarus like that, everything is ready for us now to reveal the intrigue and we podshiny oral pea left-handed nomination. which pershy buzya is better than cottage cheese roses? such a willful moment. vladimir nikolaevich i will believe your book by vladimir gavrilovich on the faith of your pirogue and we

ask the veromorshu applause diploma figurine cage applause available nomination left-handed yard journalism now open the envelope. makarov vladimir matveevich in the name of the future of the country, and the priorities of national security in the new

century countries, but national security priorities? all emotions are looking rooms for you . stelmakh alena anatolyevna for the book pashka and solar pyramisiks we will throw you on

the stage. this is a book by pashka and sunny about menchik. venshuem vladimir borisovich divine mission to open the envelope and call names and alex nikolaevich kali weasel. nomination left-handed yard collection cottage cheese poetry who became left-handed? sofya nikolaevna for

a book well, applause tear off, of course, well-deserved and dakyuyu you for the truth, well step-by-step nomination yakuyu now agush the left-handed court, literary critics and literature of knowledge edmundovna. for the book of literary ideology mostatsky jokes, belarusian literature of the twentieth did. the book what tore off a high assessment

of the literary ideologies of the majority belarusian fluffs, literature of the twentieth or twenty, did pershing leave? you and, of course, again applause to worsen the replenishment of the cities of our pirogovites for those who only puff their way literature, but the thieves were already established authors and shatachi, or petrovna's weasel for a book, a squishy man, and his nurse friend. olesya prikhodko

with a book squishy and his friend nurse a dream, connected with ziotinism and with literary heroes in the hallways. debut nomination in memory, let's give a thunderous applause. i’m sheros, and to every heart, let’s turn the pirogovites, we’re waiting for new creators of new heights, poems from the great task , we give the word to the pyram that vladimir has a left-handed journalism nomination and makarov’s klelaska. my dear friends had 15 years ago. give a rebuke to individual those who escaped today, who contributed?

contribution to the fact that the entire soviet union sang in the belarusian language vladimir mulyavin, my countryman from sverdlovsk, is sure that they will sing and not only in the post-soviet space in the world. it is symbolic that the day of belarusian writing is celebrated literally, when in 2 weeks another sacral sacred holiday will be celebrated for 30 years, however, the last 3 years. it is like an official holiday, but national unity day national unity day for it is said, then it was thirty-ninth year you have a few great belarusian people in the united belarusian state. and so we are confident in our future. we are confident that

it is the belarusian language that will develop, this is the language of yanka kupala, and in my book, in particular, this is said. why are the words of our great writer the words of the great poet so much in demand ? the wind of the century genes did not resurrect because , as then in the forty-first year, so it is today. this message is not only to compatriots. of that time, but also to future descendants, we are sure that we will save the world. and independence and stability on the belarusian land, because with us our great culture is more than a thousand years old with us, the language, yanka kupala , thanks for the kind words on the holiday of all , we give you the same word for every position vladimir borisovich nikolaevich and we ask you for

laureates, the national literary award pada applause to pass around a separate area. belarusian native word on stage art group belarusians

i am a meek word to me love and you are sweet heart, smolensk is my fall. all to sing and a big song about the register and a new song will make your heart think and the light will become so light and clear. the keeper of the least insomnia is red and

my sun is quiet people. i understand the launch of the essence, lord god, the sun and the kind candy bowl in the column of little cute words

of the peoples of heaven with you. delude with all your high voices, as if you have here once your body of the channel of my countrymen cutlets, for the sake of it your sphere karine old islam is your native word

give birth to my people, you are my monkey and where are you from the sounds in the eyes? fire and gentlemen are fighting from the earth, souls are fighting the hands of god and the laureate of roses are ready for the republican

competition of young shishetalniks living classics radiyon demyan shuk stanislav kashunok yana shirokova maria sagan bypassing the shelter of the human does not get cold, and it does not cross the company edge. ours is not the sand of the desert, where you horseshoes are cooler. at the caravan, rich in forests, nature , its fluffy paw, and i remember the former voices , stole my soul. i live tuyoi otshui. quieter, moth voice with a wanshul heart, not small. first, not in carcasses. quiet ringing, the ear that the peoples were to them charmed i to the cork of sorrows of his soul. accept us, our native land, for everything

sosredirovannoe and sodra and kind people oh kolki their forgotten was forgotten. pochishchenka went beyond the sky, the edge. oh, how many of their people, or saturn-wound hijaz, more of an ugly land for all their god-given nuggets, tisdol , a musezh to heal ogo narykh. the mustache of the great vrodkov haija, uran kite tires sang goose.

heart of jesus christ dear saint i

how to wish with my soul here and evil for us. press, the secret of your happiness will come running you with you.

god take a look at the sharp song flies. hello, dial up your favorite land, my side.

jesus christ my old nickname prize of the president of the republic of belarus for spiritual inspiration honored diege of excellence yau-gen-aleinik yuliya bykova group aura the history of the town became the twenty -sixth capital and the blossoming day of the belarusians wrote pershun. that's it, it was only in 964 polotsk, it's not you horseshoe on

a bag of iminovit guard polotsk is called the fathers of belarusian cities the center peasantry and culture on the services of non-slavic lands. near the eleventh stovote there was an eternal temple, a unique orthodox shrine in europe, familiarized with st. sophia cathedrals, a hot perched temple on the territory of belarus, this very strip was born about this. abbess in russia. polotsk, first shanshin , sewerage orthodox church heavenly intercessor and illuminator of the belarusian land, i tell her , i have the right to self-interest of belarus to the bark of the belarusian people to remember folk books that i copied at the polotsk church remember the monasteries that she also founded and which later became the center, and lights

where i am sharp-sighted with crabs i glow and mou look crookedly at the earth. you smelled my distant song pilgrimage way on earth

pray for us, gentlemen, and ask them for peace on earth the earth glows with the warmth of your hand. nobody sunny we exchanged come down, we gently illumine. in my place a monastery with prayer

words but my soul and a half, you gave me their dog for the anels, leaving us the strength of the roof. didn't say. pirovozdpadam and for belarus ask us

to pray ask us

to pray for us before the lord and for peace on earth, ask for our talin plugs. i am where the eastern gift left us a rich spiritual spadchina. and in this recession, books take their rightful place. francysk skaryna exiled many cities. polotsk

so signed them and he baptized his belonging to the polotsk land. he exalted the conditions of his native city with the word of skoryny, wisdom and poetic imagery with kirovism and not repetition. a word with a koryna and it was rolled up to its members once an epoch and a thousand goji. i returned at night to us. evil the inventions of the zhadanyimara skaryna yana are the basis of our spirituality, our faith in any people's land and the desire to live purposefulness in the desert know

their own pits carcasses, what is the flight? youtube the winds smell faiths their own fish-it like them know their bots from their own, so the people of the derailment and fed the essence of the wagon to that place the great spoon and the mother. five stadia passed that hour, the knee, each arsky vorstadt, the first stallone soldiers, the sleeves of the leg with karin oleg

, his books do not age, because i recently she lies for eternity, and in the image of the koryna to stagnate for us with the highest pattern of the spiritual path of spiritual service to our people, our fatherland. of the national academic drama theater named after yakub kolas manager, midolian, francis skorina peter laman from the day of the belarusian writing of our familiar postings of the illuminators written to drukarov. we often remember him stealing about the fact that any kind of milky creativity was previously more

captive under a peaceful sky. surrendered to the banal word oleg ali, they are not one and a half calibers - this is not to say, humanity, step by step, forgetting the prozhahs of the war, and we belarusians velma are well aware of the price of a peaceful life and supposedly a hill. she was not. we are ready to defend peace on our earth for villages . but this is what we are, our strength is something , allowing us to laugh off ourselves, one people , people with their own and vera truth, their traditions and songs.

ay, pirapettes with a blowhole bondage dvigalo you are mine. you are mine and dear, you

are mine. my hands , you are only mine and dear, you are only mine. well, you are my

personal. you are only mine, only mine. you are mine, you are from mine.

christ you are mine you are evil. you are only mine, you are mine.

a truck with a cab a german got out of the car here, two policemen yana, not changing, went at the hut of the bukhate there was only one misheva. mom, i made dinner. olesya followed the germans after her beagle. children, you have a milk and misha his heart beat all duck skinny cottage cheese crushed with meat and skyscrapers from pain fucking what was required of the nazis, but only his mother left and helped him to leave, i tested the german riding

a tire showing the most unhappy mother. who is one and a half in the policeman's clarity, i so barreled everything that could not say in any as a word i once famously and she was an art. this is how i applied the belarusian hodgepodge. who are you? i tortured him eating us, through the woods, but the summer one didn’t have to arrive in time everything from the wheel from the threshold shouted. wow. this is my bratova kristina shinoko, not a ukrainian , here is a document for you, it’s not true, the policemen shouted at you, you don’t look at the document, that i was a jewess son, it seemed, test what you want. a lot of people have already gathered. eggplants tell you that we are all neighbors, so to speak

i personally am ukrainian to her. oh-oh-oh with such papers different performances, and he showed a crazy cop. the woman was leaving. get in there and we'll figure it out. the poor woman never said a word of water. there will be extra ruts arrived. and i don’t care about those ukrainians either. i’m an armenian rake on you, the most important thing is that i don’t have to try to find, the son of a sienna didn’t fall, or something i’m not immediately the same and important, but either the chicken temperature thought you were resurrecting the ears to bring them out from here with you help. still, olesya, i'm thin , gathered and went down slopes at the first price for up to two policemen, who would how to stand people sigh others, younger third look for fists. here

between them is located, and i'm a bear, boy of what city? after all, everyone was subjugated who only lulled him, and he was here for seven close and she was behind open a colleague to water up to his ruler. look, and he does not straighten. i don't look at. this god alena has us with these cells of our fallen body, he asks for a clear olesya goes roots all sorts of hungry, hugging the head is obscured by the germans, and from mom and people somewhere. i myself will change my mind about the admin. you wipe it off, and i ’m like this, like a hike, the swimmer clearly climbs the roots loosened and tried everything on his face and bring it out to interfere. they escaped from him so many nagas the germans could not turn off, it was clear that he could stun a colleague, - he says, in what way, then he will close the tank and cry that everything will open at once, that means.

leave it to the end place. wipe, my ayon bears, and there is a son feratod to them, then another place to look at mom. hello here stumbled upon my aunt's rim, and he sticks his head out from under his arm behind his back. guess alice, the hands of the rascam were harassed, ogo shots were stroked on the head, and then someone else needs to fluff with him, magic, the bear is silent, if it’s good, mom will return. oleg, it was a kind of maturity. i looked straight at the feast, this ruler and nothing in the intensive care unit of my son. i even started it near the city they were led to a vulgar time. and she could not only shut down for her younger heart, she had no right to look at him better at the car.

you are looking. close relatives all over the world but that's what kolya is mishutulating here mom and will help to live without mom, don't think the force saved up the cloner and threw it on the front mom, mom turned off the engine a lot of hands accumulated, mishulya out of the car. alyosha was late, not without shouting. you jumped out of the car floor. mom of two was the same

and managed to ride on all the rest. missed the car and the police. well, let's come here and yana shouted at her son and in the morning to break because of the dunk, she screamed with her hands, freak. let's go doggy. so this is not my son. i don't know at all. i just generally naive test. we called the nazis only laughter. proskvelinu hugged and kissed her bear. was he so kind? thus , their worries are accepted for themselves, and a happy life has come for them. the car drove off. the midge people looked after her, and in all their old and small, their own and others, good and evil, the factory was like an absolute

piromosh from the republican competition of young shitalnikov living classics, 20, 23 stanislav martysyuk, city of brest it is symbolic that yankee maura tore off the pyromago in this water. we designate 140 days of attacks - these are different acquaintance. there was a russian writer. jan kumauera is called the patriarch and one of the foundations of belarusian childish literature. the guests of the belarusian summer day could not walk around the town with their necks. forgive me, past the memorial complex , the fate of the star on the central square did not die. this is a reminder of the feats of those who gave everything from their own. kali rescued his ukraine from

the fascist bulk 80 years ago on the thirteenth snowy filed all the urban, offensive operation to the troops, the first of the baltic front to defeat the enemy and the elimination of the so-called cities, as a ledge with a further attack on the witches on the kirunguchins, perished more than 20,000 soviet soldiers on 20 snowier 1943 . the town was called out. yes, i decided eight natives of the gorodushina udilniks of the great patriotic war were awarded the title of hero of the soviet union . children outside the capital, faith in the one that their relatives will return. about

spermogoy

my game is now and a thief and through a forgotten hand teddy bear sits said.

cornflowers

and we are the driver, i'm smarter edge sound yegor and neck, a forgotten hand behind only a persian buzor flower.

don't dance

what will we start spitting out with you?

let's talk our song, let's go from

me. and

we won't. come with me and we won't. a seed

is free and let's burn out, dear, and we will not have a servant. honored artist of the republic of belarus zhannet group as a result, the honored amateur group of the republic of belarus folk dance ensemble on the roots, the city of

vitebsk, performance of the day of belarusian and literature. this holy conscience generation manifests itself in velma in different ways, but today you young readers read belarusian classics from our ships, but in new arrangements and in new vykonkanie, it’s so frantically to improve the songs of the dachshund praying with the classics of the museum, yes , classics, yes, curd with their oldest colleagues. you are the movies. you sound good. it is to such tires that the curators tear off a fresh feat, and the juveniles themselves undergo a master class from related professionals. what, alas, is not this very fry to the creative pie. earth

earth we get up together it you are gathered together with you together.

bezantina is broken, lord, her difficult day , we publish new and joyful yazors and white wings. you are a simple song of my song take on the field of the earth your whole world is at war.

belarusian souls to the snowy paradise media soul for my land your songs to the fields, song arrow consciousness songs take you to the fields of the earth together.

international competitions you channel your pop songs in vitebsk to the national competition of the young you when you mustache a belarusian pop song u well done no republican competitions in the end and the television project factor bayi and i give you nastya crowned irina ershonok daniil the mouse and the sensation was getting sick, the city of vitebsk that's all, this our town has become the capital of the day of belarusians and writing, and only one right can be called the capital of the belarusian gumar, because these are the days of the incredible kolka, we guess the name of the gorodok hodgepodge at once. konstantin veronicin. i ho-acquaint the poem taras on parnassus what kind of tsalka choose suitable was written by minavita here and became the most

popular cottage cheese of belarusian literature, the nineteenth astogodze, the authorship of the poem taras on parnassus was revealed about far from except for debt. now the disintegration was sued by the hand-written letters, and a bunch of formidable buryants appeared. and today we will propane you yashi-1 episodes of knowledge. once tarasik taras good evening, my taras was not treated by such little funny ones. well, you can vypachili lads and they and you, oh, you yourself did not bachil, lord , clothes, my tarasik container. from the animator listen to the race, well, what's the hurry, huh? you knew , you brothers taras, that he served as a forester on the way of the sheep, and panas and he act as a man,

and he had a bad burner on his lips, he didn’t take it, that is dumb. maybe leps can see the way there? shakait, shakayte quelinochka quelinochka, so oh, oh it's me, but on kuzmudemyan himself he is a big scourge, chirkov tired. he's kind of a fool , giving up the first cocks early. and can barys be a bad guy? oh, no, no. can you take a look at the patches? well, i 'll get you the light with you.

i’m a nice non-existence here, just like the farms of maki rouge, i who sent the bitch to the bathyuds, and it’s getting dark, and i spent the vokhtia, it’s me, and the ghetto road to parnassus, where is parnassus for the shaitan? parnassus is such a boy. where are you i'm here? and who is it there? i shay is dancing cannot be taken by the goddess

of heavenly heat. that's what i'll tell you my gods. today

we have not a sonorous day on parnassus. i have collected you road prismak. for now, come on. well, why are you zeus singing for you, that kolka can already be trampled on? yes, cut your throat. as sonya wanted, and for the truth, velma did not sound like a day today is the day of belarusian writing. oh then huh? where are you from? why did you come? you are on parnassus and who

are you? who didn't you write? are you reading? oh, well, no shanna. well, aren't you a writer? i am not a reader. i'm a pole from putyavische. yes, a little gold came to you from the yard today, but we'll be there for half a day. it's you vicks also filmed, and the day of writing. and i, the lord, what requirements to rob. what don't you know? what kind of holy writing about hmm this is kali u all people read the alignments of their poets in love with such poets. well, the same day from the belarusian

script, right? so, what is the correct belarusian who and i are not about neptune, you will need me and potrebin, then you will read, believer about our rivers and lakes oh my, not so. oh, neman, your father is our native yak the sun, where am i dear gardens of your ship's birthplace , feathers have blossomed. vigilantly venus rose above the earth

, bright sagata brought with her. do you remember colitis from under the stool with me vigilantly venus ascended, you will read maxim bogdanovich good. come on , i'll read something, yankee kupala, please let's drop the camelas. i am a belarusian man white

lulus hair my native kut yak you are dear to me. forget you

not my strength more than once tired of the road to live. with the life of the nose of spring, my love for the top, i fly into the mind and there they hem it with my soul. there is a narrowed heart, dear, your bright face i i will carry my voice for a wound, daharaya in the evening in the west. obvyazkova,

chatter dance music start our folk dance dance well done handles

serve and flooded. here, here. i'm all legs, sleep my gosh kayuchi, and i and the young girls will isolate the hare's seams. who am i man? go tell me who i am. everyone leads who i am, this is a collected belarusian wife. send manechka to veliky's house for the ship's settings. what's on the road

- it's good. and fear is a grand, belarusian tradition. a chance walks and a pit of such a day as they lived without a saint, i walk

all relatives, a peg of sunset, slavic here is my repentance

for pressure, we put down a confederate for you. here is the x-tet of realized enchanting episodes in the movie of the hero in the poem taras on parnassus people's artist of belarus tamara amironova , honored artist of the republic of belarus valentin solovyov dimitri sergei

shuk and maria fedorenko pink roses and ballet volge shamrovy zeku the great writer aliste said that latitudes man may only have one effective look with their eyebrows. this is a laughter drop, it was so on the very right, because a man is born on earth for happiness for the peaceful, brothers 2023 in belarus is a mad year for the world and a washing brother, and only under a peaceful sky, take, maybe prisoners of truth bring joy and otvaniya soprano holy and only under a peaceful sky can such saints as our day of belarusian letters pass. i say, for the moves of its own and

founding, it became popular along with the accompanying, and on the stage is an honored artist of the republic. m wheel darlings for what will be? heaviness and yours

are friends to wax in your head, like an island behind your shove a kohane behind your light. kalitas forget the way home, you will visit the moves, deer, dude, that you can’t live firewood without a crown, you fall in love without your wings. without the help of dudyashnost and yours you are a person to disturb

the heaviness of tears. you are a flyer to demand in everyone, like an island in its lifetime, to light everything because of the sun for the treasures of the kohane. all

because of the sun, light for good, and how they are friends forgive me and the leaders in my head are friends. your age to heal everything because of the sun light for everything eyebrows, how are they?

honored artist of the republic of belarus victoria olezhka belorusskaya, a literature rich in telenovitas creators of such caliber to name only two personal names for each of us, and you, who on our dunka the greatest truthfully and fully with your curds, lustrous the spiritual light of belarusians. which me and mute? i have no doubt that we will all be one-hearted and will name the names and co-authors of the genius of the belarusian, our national base yang has fallen, and i’m a cup-ear, is it fair? it used to be exactly that many dollars. so, now i have completed my outstanding poem novaya zemlya did not waste its relevance and i have to poetic,

because it happens more and more to read the show with a dull face, belarus is far involved in music and has become cooperative the anthem of love of the road earth and a snotty surprise on the stage honored artist of the russian federation, a native of the belarusian land sergei volchkov my native field you eat me, my dear, forget, i don’t toil the strength of the road. my god fly.