my responsibilities include making case rings, lids, watches, i had some small dream of making something that people use, that people will love, that i use every day. we have maintained a full production cycle of our own mechanism; we produce both quartz and mechanical watches. over the past year we have sold our watches. to more than 52 countries in the world, the enterprise develops a lot over time, this is a watch, it is a high-precision instrument, it consists of 120 designs, that is, if one of the designs will be made poorly, of course the watch will either rush or lag, we all would like the time to be always accurate, the products of our watch factory are naturally of high quality, we always want the word belarusian to be synonymous with quality.

the blue-haired woman of summer is dressed in yellow fields and there is not a cloud or a plink, just like wrinkles.

ducklings, only wrinkles, like cobwebs, and from nine dreams, pictures, whiteness , the deadlines came that seemed so far away to me, i wanted everything. know as soon as possible, i kept thinking, i won’t make it in time, i kept thinking, i’ll make it in time, only what i can do to warm your heart.

old woman, a memory, and a day of love. dates, how many vows were given and dinners, how many dreams there were before dawn, how many tears there were before dawn, thank you, woman of summer.

thank you, valyat. the sun is in the pines, autumn, very warm autumn, so mushroom rains came to us, if not unexpectedly early, fogs settled in the morning. then in

september expect a generous autumn, then in september expect a generous autumn. and how great happiness we will meet the rustling of yellow leaves in autumn, if we are together in love. autumn with a loud song, gently and carefully enters our house, tenderly and benevolently enters our house, how much

has flown by. spring, let autumn not count, even though the cranes cry farewell, if summer is leaving, the song has not yet been sung, let the falling leaves circle above us, let the fox circle above us. get up, if summer is leaving, everything is not yet sung, let

the leaves circle above us, let them fly above us. the falling leaves are swirling, three words, like three fires, will come to you in the middle. days will sometimes come to you at night , as huge as the globe of the earth, as if parsing a ship, three words, i love you, what

old words, and how... my head is spinning, and how my head is spinning, what old words, and how my head is spinning, and how my head is spinning, three words as eternal as spring, such power is given to them. three words and one destiny, one dream, one path, one day, having endured everything, you will say, i

love you, what old words, but how dizzy, and how... dizzy, what old words, and how dizzy, and how dizzy you feel, three words, like three zais, you repeat them louder. they are not in vain to you now, they became clear for the first time, they are flying from afar, the hearts of the franchise, what!

words are kings, but how dizzy, and how dizzy , how old. words, and how dizzy, and how dizzy.

in front of the mirror is a girl of about five years old, in front of a mirror is a girl of about five years old, a hack and spinner of about five years old, making faces, not wanting to move away. time time does not slow down at least, time time goes by for you, goes by, looks in the mirror, the bride is in no hurry, looks in the mirror, the bride is in no hurry, although they have been waiting for her for a long time, and are not in a hurry, it’s like she looked around well. time time doesn't

slow down although time goes by it suits you sighing sadly the woman walked by sighing sadly the woman walked by lingered for a moment and walked away. yes, there used to be younger mirrors, oh, how time goes by, time goes on, goes on, when my granddaughter managed to grow up, here at the mirror is a girl of about five, a laughing and spinning girl of about five, spoiling her faces, not wanting to leave. time, time doesn’t slow down

, time, time goes by, goes by, in front of the mirror is a girl of about five, the bride is looking in the mirror slowly, a sad woman passed from the windows. when the granddaughter had time to grow up, the time time doesn't slow down, time, time goes by, time goes by, time, time doesn't slow down, time, time. coming to you, coming, time, time,

coming to you, coming, coming to yourself, coming, going to yourself, coming, coming to you, coming, coming to you, coming. a good morning should start with a proper breakfast. tell me, what are you and i going to cook today? today you and i will be preparing a rather unusual breakfast, it will be in an asian style, it will be spring rolls with a sea cocktail. tell us what we're having for breakfast today, the champion? and today we will have meatballs from pink salmon with salad, it won't be. a regular breakfast is very tasty, we can’t wait to start , we will help you choose the ingredients to make the first

meal tasty and healthy, we choose greens, we need spinach, you know that you should only buy fresh, elastic leaves of bright green color, the color of the beans depends solely on the variety, the pod itself must be intact without any spots of dents, let's not forget about...

and the dachshund here is the weight of our young yashche here , the writers carried their first creations, their peaks, their apocalypse, let's find out the lesser-known ones data. all the time we walked through the old building of the depot, on the other side there was a concert hall. at that time, babruisku did not have a special theater memory. you are not a believer, lidzia has a famous cinema with a school, i call it, are you ready? nirvana, nirvana cinema.

don’t cry, autumn, you are inconsolable, as in the face of evil, in the face of trouble, i know that you can be tender and golden and golden. deserted bare valley , not a stalk, not a spike, deprived of their voice, cranes, from afar, from afar from afar, autumn, autumn,

even though your transparent wing is above me, oh, with with you love my salvation has come, autumn is autumn, in your gardens the nightingale is casting a spell again, autumn is autumn, it’s time for my love, the wind touched your hair. the body fell on your face, but the dawn is still shining, your ring, my ring, days pass, deadlines flash by, and we suddenly find out how difficult it is in autumn for the lonely,

but we are together, but we are together. but we are in battle, autumn is autumn, your transparent wing is above me again, autumn is autumn, with you love my salvation has come, autumn is autumn, the nightingale is casting a spell in your gardens again, autumn is the time of my love, the last leaf on the birch, summer is leaving

the game, the last ray throws into autumn from... mountains from behind mountains, i don’t have enough strength to smile, i’ll take a string of rain, i’ll play something in a script about that spring, about that spring, about that spring, autumn, autumn, again over me your about... gloomy wing, autumn, autumn, my love is with you, salvation has come, the nightingale is casting a spell in your gardens again, autumn is inert,

it’s time for my love, autumn, autumn, spring of love , ah! at the edge of the forest, winter lived in a hut, it melted snowballs, in a birch tub, it twisted the yarn. danadkala canvases, forged ice, but there are bridges over rivers, potolo, ice,

non, a creaky door, behind a rough wall, chumaka. the prickly one will step outside the gate, and from the windows the rocks will be blue-blue, behind the wall the zma will be prickly, as you will step over the threshold, and from the juice the parks will be blue-blue. she went hunting, dropped silver, planted a thin moon

of crystal wind, gave shupas to the trees, gave a sleigh ride, and then hurried into the forest to rest in the clearings. the tabletop door is creaky behind the rough wall, the darkness is prickly as you step over the threshold everywhere and stop where and from the windows the threshold is blue

, blue, it’s like a blue-blue door. a woman danced for 40 years, for these same, for 40 years, for the fact that her husband is... is, that is not, for the burgundy lipstick, for the fact that

the dress is a little small, not for the currency from the chest, here put it on, it’s not in vain that the colorful treasures are taken care of, and the legs remember how to dance and look at them and grace, although, of course, they are no longer those who went crazy in the dark, but they can still take a step influx, everything that was has been forgotten, that. and for the substring to play again, and for the forbidden to be nearby that. forbidden, here he is, not looking

, but he would come to drink wine, and it’s such a shame, the whole age of one, albeit unenviable, but after all , a woman of 40 years old, for these same 40 years, the one who is like that... in one he walks not side by side, but to the side, and his legs remember how to dance and look and

grace. yes, of course, not those who went crazy in the dark, a cheerful woman over 40 years old, over these same 40 years old, because of her husband, what she has, what she doesn’t, because of her lipstick. burgundy color.

the sweet berry will wow the forest, the generosity will surprise you with its sweetness, the sweet berry will stupefy the gorik, otriza berry. oh, fate is steep, like a hill, she said, and got some sweet berries, only gorska, gorka, berries, two buckets.

i don’t know what’s wrong with me, why it grows like this, a sweet berry! in the spring, bitter berries are on my beta all year round, look at me in the light

from the window, they picked sweet berries together, bitter berries, i alone picked sweet berries together, bitter berries.

oh, behind the waves, full of storms, the sailor, his dear home, above the porches, the little smoke. and the bird cherry under the window, but most importantly - it’s nice, yes, that everyone is dear to you, sending smiles and waves fiery, the wind caresses the storm, the blue eyes of distant friends, oh, the wine-like motros nights, only the sky and the sea around, the foaming waves. the mast is warming, the wind is turning the clouds, the night is starless, the sea is menacing and sadness beats the sailor , but most importantly, if the glorious one would give

a letter, even the chaff would dance, go around like a wheel, blue eyes, distant... oh, the nights, sailor nights , only the sky is the sea all around, for more than a month, the guy is furious, and his friends said so, stop being nervous about me, you nerd, and don’t forget, brother, you’re a sailor, but the main thing is that what is glorious is all the same. a sailor is waiting, if you like the fleet, a beauty, and where will not leave us, the blue eyes of our dear friends, oh, the sailor’s nights, only

the seas in the sky around, oh, the sailor’s nights, only the sky and the sea around. not only muscles, but also the brain need constant training. the name of which gemstone is used to represent a series of major athletics tournaments? alyona. diamond? diamond, of course, we are talking about a diamond. how it is deciphered.

games of the cis countries. well, let it be kazan. astrakhan took, kazan took. this is the correct answer. kazan, absolutely true. well, i don’t know if i was guessing or not, but intuitively, that is, there were options. look, an intellectual sports show, a head game. on our tv channel. the best way: don’t forget to spend time, arrange yourself. a short trip, it was the center of the principality, there are a lot of antiques, and the city, you saw for yourself, has been preserved, they call it belarusian suzda. the most famous alier lantern in belarus is located in brest, but

our dinner lantern is the longest, along with with us you will visit the most interesting sights, and we also have a unique exhibition, called the office of a soviet scientist, you can now feel the era of that time, here under a layer of plaster in 2003, when renovation work began , the face of christ, not made by man, was discovered, what does this mean, it manifested itself, and you will also get unforgettable emotions, let the iron be hot while the iron is hot, you know the proverb, you see, it’s cooling down, that’s why the proverb doesn’t sound special, that’s it, now we’re back heat up, not only will i bring wonderful memories from zhodino, but also such a wonderful doll. look in the program. the route was built on the belarus 24 tv channel

. i'll tell you. my friend, i’ll remind you of yourself, how crazy we were in 1968, how we played in a video quartet in the city cultural center. how we played the fool, where are you now, old friend , how this circle has flown, oh, we wish we could hold back the selection, no, we can’t catch it, i, my friend, will remind you of yourself, how we loved in sixty-eight, how the hip girls

hugged us, solo on the rhythm bass top class, where are you now

, old friend ? , we would like to hold the chord, no, we cannot add it. i ’ll remind you, my friend, about yourself, how excited you were in sixty-eight, make it more fun, make a microphone, i can’t hear you, make it more fun, hey!

where are you, old friend, how did this circle fly, oh, we wish we could keep the opening, no, we can’t add up, where are you now, old friend, how in the middle this circle is white, oh, we wish we could keep it, no, we can’t fold it, no, and i can imagine how thin this circle has become, oh, we wish we could keep it, no, we can’t fold it.

we'll all fight, i'll push the bike for a long time, i'll stop it in the remote meadows, i'll pick some flowers and give a bouquet to that girl. the one i love, i’ll give you a bouquet of flowers, the girl i love, i’ll tell her, alone with someone else, you forgot about our meetings, therefore, to remind you of me, take these modest flowers, therefore, to remind you of me, take

these modest ones flowers, well done, she will take it, but again at a late hour, when the fog clears... and sadness, she will pass without raising her eyes, she will not even smile, well , let her pass without raising her eyes, she will not

even smile, but even so, i will ride a bike for a long time in remote meadows. i'll stop him.

from far away, how beautiful they are high, these waves of the heavenly river, the clouds are floating,

the clouds. from far away, they float, float, calling after them, calling, how deep is their stream. only the all-seeing god knows, the clouds are floating, clouds, from far, far away.

clouds are floating, clouds, from far away, how beautiful they are high, these waves of the heavenly

river. but only the all-seeing god knows how deep the flow is, he knows!

for a week now dreams have been flying by like a white blizzard, dreams are flying like a blue bird into the clouds and melting away as if they were never there. i don’t dream of you, i don’t dream of you either, and we can’t do anything, it’s as if we have become strangers to each other, and between us, and between us there is a white hug, i don’t dream of you, who is to blame here, if the mistake was called love... they named it themselves, they decided it themselves, not realizing that you served, i don’t dream about you, neither do you about me, and

we can’t do anything, it’s as if we’ve become strangers to each other, and between us, and between us , singing in the south, you’re not for me... it became clear, there won’t be a new one, an old fairy tale, an old song, there won’t be a new one, two hearts together , won’t make me sing, i don’t dream of you, neither do you, and we can’t do anything, as if we became strangers to each other and between us,

where the maple rustles over the river wave, we talked about love with you, but let that captivity eat in the watered eyes. and love passed away like a dream, and love like a dream, and love like a dream, and love passed away like a dream, i'm very sorry for what happened. let the autumn stink like that, cranes, mowing, to the four

winds, i will distribute the load, sadness, it will not return into the night, this summer will not return to us, it will not return to the night, it will not return again, it will not return by me, this is the summer of the window, there is no need for anything now there’s no point in going around with you, now he’s giving me flowers. i couldn’t save my love, overgrown with grass, the place of our

meetings, overgrown with grass, overgrown with grass, overgrown with grass, the place of our meetings. i stared at you, you walked along the deck in

silence and quietly, white warmly. he turned me away from the noisy pier, he spun me around he pumped up, and sailed away behind the stern, a cheerful sea terminal, the ship sang, an alarming bass sound, screaming behind the stern, a blue light shining, ah , a white ship, running water, you are carrying me, and the ship sailed across the sea, waves ran behind the stern and a gentle wind the sea

was playing with you in a merry way. looking at you, i don’t know why, at that moment i envied him more than ever, from the white ship, the coddle, an alarming bass screams, my gift, the radiance of a strong voice, ah, the white ship, running water, you are taking me away, tell me where, from the white ship gutka alarming the blue eye is restored, nourished by the radiance, like

a white heat-cat. running water, you're taking me away, tell me where, from the white motor ship, the sound of an alarming bass, screaming behind the stern, the glow of blue eyes, ah white heat boat, running water, you're carrying me, tell me where,

the end of the sixties, moscow, airport, il-18 , new, the flight is already ready, ready to fly to the north, far, far away, where work awaits people, where it is very difficult, we are glad to welcome you, take the third row. that's what they usually say politely, boarding is almost complete, when suddenly on the ramp the dog stood up resolutely, an ordinary dog, an ordinary red dog, he was carrying a piece of hair in his teeth behind his owner, seeing such miracles from the ground, he asked the owner, is there a certificate for

the dog? and i didn’t know about the certificate, but here’s his ticket, what else is needed, his document, but no, the ticket is not enough, animals are not allowed. veterinary control i didn’t come up with my own trap in anticipation of trouble the owner is a flight attendant dear have mercy my dog ​​is smart he will endure the flight and we can’t not fly we are really waiting for work the work is waiting to fly and the dog won’t be here because we can't delay his flight. the dog seemed to understand, he went down the ladder, only managing to give his owner a paw as a farewell, i thought it was very rare for men to cry like that, most likely

those tears flowed from the wind, a healthy, strong man, entering the winged paradise, whispered to his dog, sorry, my friend, goodbye, goodbye , the plane rushed off in the separation zone , the bitches smiled at the entire civilian fleet, it’s not their fault, because there’s definitely no certificate, what do they care about that dog and what’s that pill to them, the owner got over it, everything is easy for people, dog , the dog remained waiting, waiting for his friend, four long i didn’t let people in for years. he picked up the objects of a bunny on the airfield, in any bad weather he met every flight, there is such a breed in our mongrels, he is like a self-made man,

he distinguished perfectly, he waited for ilo 18, but waited too long, then one spring morning, sometimes, he spent his the last dog. control, then the loss lay down, cried quietly, what a pity, but the life is short, measured for dogs, he remembered how the owner always caressed him, and the woman of whom he was jealous of his friend, he could not remember anything bad, because remembering bad things , hurry up it’s human destiny, when i’m flying to... i’m flying for various reasons, i really want to meet the owner of that dog, i want to ask him a question, what worries me so much since childhood, to whom

did you sacrifice your dog’s heart,