in art, the last time he called me was on christmas eve. on january 6, 2020 , he wished me a happy birthday. i listened to the congratulations, then i said, well, borenka, okay, how are you, what are you doing ? there’s a long silence. he says, yes, with nothing. i 'm trying to cheer him up. i’ve always done this, i say borya. well, come on, as they say, shake off the old days, come on, if you decide to do something else, remember that i’m always there. he says i know. thank you, these were the last words i heard from him, then the director of the theater, eduard ivanovich, told me

gerasimovich and artistic director sergei mikhailovich farrier. they said that we told him boris ivanovich, well, bet what you want. he said, yes, i will bet everything. this took some time, and he cooled down. he must have somehow lost faith in himself. it was like i could create it. it was very, very bitter. when artists are buried, they are usually displayed on the stage of their theaters, but to the sea his coffin was exhibited in a narrow, honest manner, because major repairs were underway on the stage in the hall. as they say, i have no luck in death. i wanted create a true image of him. you know , maybe even with some shadows, because it’s the shadows, like in a sculpture, that give

a three-dimensional image. both the sculptural portrait and the living portrait as i perceive boris and as i love and remember him. i remember. and i love it.

and to the skin, what is the people, the dryness of the people radiated by the agul day with the agul minul and naked posers and will we are ready to scare off one and the fact that the national song is developing from the bottom of that, today we are setting off on a trade folklore expedition. i am her serial number 560. yes improve at once. neighboring areas the fish

is collapsing, wait, the table is full, it’s already cooking, i’m bragging, i’m mooning from the sky , and he has guests on the train. good afternoon, good afternoon gentlemen. and you have a bright little hut, a hallway for us guests. oh god, everyone

give the guests a stroller for us. i'm sure the table we 'll arrive. oh, granny, but we didn’t come empty-handed. we brought ours so you can feel it, sit down. this time we drove the boards for about 75 km and left the pukhovitsa region here. profits upon request the local people's collective is dear, that we will be timid, we will be gnawed to death according to rumors from the first, and we will delve deeper into the past settler, and lizar will hesitate to visit the studio and indicate their record. there the work on the feet of the new sounds of counting them is paid off, that’s why our songs were arranged by artyom kondratyuk and the stelashka irina merkovich and the market. artyom i fly you. hello oksana i am glad to welcome all fans of our program, today

we are working on a song from the christening ceremony, in which the main character has always been the grandmother according to vituha. irochka hello, good afternoon . good afternoon, artyom. please tell me how you felt when you heard the original song. well, i probably need to say that, of course, first of all. i realized that this is a humorous song, and since i am a very cheerful and optimistic person, optimistic in any situation, this song came to my liking. this is true irina verkovich. she passed away from minsk and held an oil pump and the belarusian held the name of the international tank laureate at the pedagogical university competitions and festivals in belarus poland slovenia slovakia italy sheikhs and senior citizens of ukraine good afternoon. good afternoon good afternoon good afternoon take off the paper. we feel good

under christ among god bashte under the messenger. may god grant you a mortgage from her, and grant us the coal technology that you gave birth to for free, so that she could give us a hit, and everyone has thieves. well, yes, no, give it all to the table, but the most honest place where we will fix our ligaments. give him murchik, i’m the oldest here, if there’s anything on it, god , there was a message. how tall is the plant?

life, you understood me, my dead, my body from the weather, she walked faithfully. let me be busy , i won’t live. shame, i asked for change and cannot be thanked.

the non-kolepanskoe daughter maria, according to the words of shanya uletka, wanted to ride on a sleigh; the task for her was to pave the road from tsirva to mayonsk, strewn with branches, it was hard to see, kolka screwed him. mary herself was praised in the decadent garden, depriving people of the seventies of memory and the grave stood out for its vegetable garden. after the siege. vykord. ayasher, they confessed that pan had a son , the yanks, bloom's villains. yagu is young, they scored and developed mine so that boda krotynsky left his estate. the requirement to always give so show that you know how to swaddle. give it a full one. try try show quietly,

give your kids, he’s acting out. well, well, we don’t believe it. i didn’t expect it, it helps the patient too. and we are behind you.

svyatoyanskie zelki from oksana galinka was not afraid of the short crop and the cop was not afraid of oak bark. the teeth were fashionable, and our recording studio goes about its own snotty ritual. there

the arranger artyom kondratyuk ivashka and the market is playing with a threaded song merkovich i bought myself a bumpel and the little mice got together at the table and played with shawls. grab, the cups are eaten irochka, the beginning has been made. uh. i like everything. share with our viewers. and what events have happened to you lately ? at least three wonderful events and events have happened lately. of course, these are three premieres, because for each artist there is a new song coming out. this is a definite event. it must be said that and at the end of my birthday, on july 8, there was the last premiere of the song , the song is called belaya rus, as i

belarusian god himself ordered to write a song about the dear sweet heart of belarus we will tell you about the main thing, the enterprise of our country , the uniqueness of our enterprise is that we are the largest processor of polymer materials in the republic of belarus , the name is number six, it produces bakery products, butter confectioneries, we will introduce the people who are there the most valuable thing for our company is our team. these are his people who are trying to let you pass through themselves after all. then so as not to be ashamed. to me they like being a sorceress, of course they are passionate about their enterprises. and, of course, we’ll talk about the achievements in their work. if we don’t, but apply modern knowledge and modern technologies. well, then we

will have no future. and i assure you of the future. we have a look at the project. quality mark on tv channel belarus 24 we are pleased to continue to talk about the cities of belarus . the starting point of our route, like most tourists, is station square, the author’s routes are hard to believe, but once upon a time there were ancient forests on this land. a the largest trade route from the varangians to the greeks passed here, the most mysterious place. in the heart of broadway, a unique timepiece. the original hands were not on them, later they appeared, but interesting myths or legends did not show the clock at the correct time. they say that here on the central square, under the asphalt, a unique paving stone has been preserved. it was brought here in soviet times and the scraper dyke. watch the program of the city of belarus on our tv channel. okay,

beautiful, but i’ll cough on you, akuma, the burners are on you parishioner and sensible. high priory

increases and health, my wisdom will be at home a lot of snowy oh, how our i am in the market from god of the breathing soap of your mustard. i will have a clean hole, nanny ivan , the joy of goodness, health and happiness, you will find yourself with you. well, the chassis grew as if the new teacher hadn’t crumbled today. give about yourself. don't run it. take it easy, grandma. where are we to you oh, i'm a dick alyonushka how delicious.

relax, and i'm a joke growing. they are for joy for good health for a kind word oh dear hello everyone, eh? who sat and passed the golden saw first?

pukhovitsky district, they seem to have penetrated the goodness of special stars. i didn’t want it that way. perhaps it was another for the words in 1920 another year , they moved here from vez their sinsha and vialy, the master's farm laborers settled in the present place, that there was an officina barak for the farm laborers in noutsky their mine. he was at the next door. and so a passer-by squeezed out a park behind sparse trees, and they have a lot of grapevines , brought by plan from france to my cave, planted with leafy willows and christmas trees later. i eat began to be called kahani alley, and nikulin did not overgrow , they thought and thought, did they all grow up, that rotyn poured. no, the jaga is on the ground, because the hole here is not a blade of new grass. so that it’s not

lataki, and there they interpreted something like that on the roads. let's forget the song for the nurse and let's say it.

we turned away from the pause, we return from dubrovka near minsk butt, knowing that the hungry ritual islands on the facebins of the woman on amal's porridge , they bought half a full amount of wallpaper and put it on her. roshe baba,

praising my porridge, condemning my porridge with hemp. and you, under their rubles and kopecks, who piramahaled in this with their snotty cathedral had the right to beat the pot with balloons , covered the heads of some children with the best of them as the worst ones, thereby conveying to them the justin of fertility at our studio of indications, creative fruits are being prepared in new guise for folk song. artyom kondratyuk and the market. yakovich started crying in august, buy it, irochka we have almost finished our work. there's just a little bit left. what are your plans for the future? of course there are developments, and they are very important for me in the near future there will be two more

premieres, one dance premiere for radio. well, the second premiere on the belarusian language is very sensual and touching. well, one might even say passionate. i think you guessed the theme of this composition – it’s all about love. my eshku ugly which solovki which slides you didn’t come out look and ate the decks sang and so

it’s possible and then for the whole crimea

at the soviet clock the masters of the ruling dailys housed a dairy farm at the ramont i will leave. do you know the stone, but their passages 196 and 197 were carved out in the myastsovo estate, so you think, archaeologists found gratings. an apostle to the court of ceramics, a long-standing coin was given one of i in what is located between dobrovka and senosha, people call rotyshi and houses. and tell the lord she has already

danced.

we have finished writing our wonderful composition. i liked everything, tell me what your impressions were, artyom. and i’ll tell you, in turn, that i also really liked it. our work, however, as always, concerns the work done directly today. it seems to me that everything turned out great, with humor and ease. i am sure that our listener will like this song.

well, see you again, see you again. new life, an old song. they and our festival carvings passed away from the pukhovitsa district. heaven by ear. like looking at jamontu berries, looking like a folk creation, grandma and traditions are drunk with simple money, we’ll go to the pinkovichi pinsk region to see. i baptized children about her there

i went to nadub, yellow plum hai caught you in the spiky water.

yes yes. bob is not here, public forests, blocked rivers and lakes, unspoiled nature from which maxim cannot tear belarus from his neck - these are people. we are opening for you. we carry on the tradition of

calmness and immediately change our views on the sound of speech and robbing - this is the light of yakmahalepshu. belarusians are so formidable ali them i know one thing, love.