the summit for the day is still what my team and i have achieved. in the seventeenth year, we became laureates of the special prize of the president of the republic of belarus for spiritual revival. today, in our crafts house, there are two masters who have the title of people's master of belarus, three masters are members of the belarusian union of masters, and we, of course, do not slow down our development, we continue to work, to go towards the intended goals, to develop, to involve masters, our children in creativity, and of course, to participate show your october district. watch everything that modern belarus lives today on the belarus24 tv channel. this is news

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is broadcast in the open and is available 24 hours a day every day. be with the belarus 24 tv channel and discover belarus. 100 brave guys have gathered in our studio, each of them has a question for an adult. you have one minute to briefly tell about yourself. time has started, how will you react if a person asks you to do something that is not suitable for him? well, i will also dissuade him somehow. there is a stereotype that all athletes are bad students, how did you study? we studied on a five-point scale, of course, there were cs, and bs, and a's, well, it was different. to your right is the red sector, the next question is from there. hello, my name is denis. and what kind of dad are you? probably?

as native words to me are beloved and sweet, you are the heart of my sweetness, you have made me understand, so sweet, so close, mother, couple, nursery-tree. you, where i feel the song is singing, and a new song is conceived by the heart, and it becomes so bright, so pure, so clear, a spring, a little girl and a beautiful sleeper, words dear, dear words. you are welcome, you are

the people, hatsyamli maelita adkhonazza. significantly to the sonorous voices, dear words, dear words, you are happy, you are the people, hell of the earth and hell of the holas, for the teachings of the sonorous voices. i want, if the zhilody, if the eternal hummed, and the good ones, if the song sang nyama, all

the long, sweet, dear words, to the people admetnast my battle you again. dear words, dear words, you are glad, you are people's, and from my earth, you are to the adkolas, forgetful of the pausul sonorous voices, if only the sirs of the tsyabegi, may belarusians, may earthlings. word dear, dear words, you are dear, you are

people’s, you have broken away from my land. loud words to the loud voices, native words, words of the mouth, you are the joy of may, you are the people of may, hell to the earth you are hell of the voices, loud words to the loud voices. let's jump!

no matter how much you need to pay for your adjudication, how much you need to sustratsya in order to attack sapraudnyh, this is how life is structured, stupid knowledge, in your skin, in your skin, in your skin, in your skin. and the eighth of may is here, and i’m staying here and smargon, my dear, i’m in the galleys, it ’s winter, i’m just screaming at school, i give you ya

pakrygu, the hell of the karmian and the biarosa, the praises of the pale ones intertwined with the braids, song. only here can you be so passionate and tenacious about it, only here can you understand how to deal with your soul. here are the dawns and the ones closest to us, here we are, jumping around, looking for our skins, and all the time, here we are, and yes, yes

, smargon, my dear, in the distance, at berazenno, right at school, screaming, mother... i give you a pakryga, hell meat and birch, praise with fire, danced around the scythe, song danced. hello vodka, any region of mine, my old lady.

and dastaltsa and yes smargoni, sirsa yasa ў in the distance, at the hips there is a ring of the right cloud of krycha, i add to you, they will cover the hell of stones and birch trees, praise will fly.

there, through your eyes, there is a bright light, and a majestic look at the earth. you smell euphrasinya, o light-bloomer, may’s singing song, your footsteps do not fade away, your pilgrim’s paths on the earth, you prayed for us. to the lords and for peace on the land of paprasia, pamper me,

the light of the day, and the glory of the earth, he is in your hands, you are in the sunny memory, your land, affectionate azars, your dear meats, pile monasteries. your savor is for the little ones,

my dear soul, you have gone for the aneles, giving us strength,

pray for us, ovestnitsa, ask for belarus! thank you very much, you have prayed for us before the lords, and for peace on earth, papras!

and ў feathers and quails ba... and ў feathers y galowka balіts, you are may, you are may quail, you are may, you are may, nevyali. nitchka,

and the quail has hands. balyatsya, let's sing the little feathers, oh the kalentsy balyatska, you're a may, you're a may, a little feather, you're a may, you're a may tumbler.

you're a may, you're a feather-fly, you're a may, you 're a may-less one. and in perepyolki, dzetki little, you are my, you are

my, perepyolka, you are my, you are my, veravelashka, you are my, we will prove that belarusian cuisine is not only draniki, we will cook something new, something that i have never tried,

never seen, the name of this something is very funny, say: bourgeois, lantuly, the most important thing, remember, sturgeon is juicy, but not fatty, so this dish can safely be called dietary very healthy, we will learn more about the historical past of belarusians, in ancient times. only men had the right to wear servant belts, there is a reasonable explanation for this: the work was physically very hard and one had to have a lot of stamina to weave the belt. let's show what people eat in different parts of our country. i approached the locals and asked: what dish can be considered a symbol of the city? they told me to eat this, it's a slonim-style drumstick. the sweetness is incredible, and then on... a very pleasant aftertaste begins and the banana in this situation perfectly complements the chicken and, as a result, decorates our slush potato pancake. watch the project food is good on the tv channel

belarus24. discoveries without which the world today is hard to imagine. it weighs no more than a kilogram, takes up very little space and is perfectly equipped. and for the fact that now it is in every car, we say thank you to doctors. and of course, scientists, without whom it would be impossible to fill it. today, experts say that these drugs definitely cannot replace a balanced diet, but can only be a supplement to it, an invention of mankind that significantly simplifies our lives. despite the fact that his products were successful, the real craze for badov began in the mid-seventies, even peter i had his own first aid kit, one might say, a travel one

. that's not berlin, that's not berlin, that's not berlin, that's not berlin, that's

all. he can be seen on prygorachka, he can be seen on the hillock, he can be seen on the hillock, the soldiers of the houses were walking, vykhadzitse, sisters, brother tsaper.

the hell of relatives here, the hell of the native hut, at the master's yard, the land of beauty, the yana of homeless people, the weaving of patched parcels, the darker edge, the jagged boron, and so on. don't forget your hands, instead of karsitskaya lake, christmastide of radzina vasilka, and many times... i forgot the dreams

of my wide fabrics in the persian tsyanya , the thicker edge of the soup boron in my washed hands. between the kharssic pattern, radzina's christmastide, vasilka, everything between the persian pattern, radzina's christmastide. and

we are cornflower, the darker edge of the sowchat. tibor, and why the clogged hand, we sacredly steal, vasilka, the darker edge, the jagged boron, and why the forgotten hands, between

the persian gaze, the christmastide of radzima vasilka.

i'm a little charmer, little levi lyabka white-white, where have you been, i'm sorry, why? bachyla, that... i swam from afar, a distant axis , to make some kind of leggings, but not with you, don’t spin , oh, don’t dance, don’t dance. i am all very, small, small, ka, sheraya-sheraya, where you were musanka, palettes, what i was doing, what i was doing, i was fat and mountains, strong, strong,

my wings were sick, i can’t be beautiful, oh, don’t dance, no...

good evening, dear ones, may you bless the saints,

may your gifts be given, and in the sky my hands are singing, my hands are touching my heels, i am swimming. let's sleep our song, let's remember our worries in the forest, our father's garden, let's get together together, one family at the table, and we won't hesitate, we know, we'll hug and order a song.

one family at the table and we won't hesitate,

we know, the crimean song behind which, the path borders the village, and in the sky the hands are raised, the corn in the yellow earlobes. we know, will we pour out a song for a jacket, let's

light up at once, one family at the table and we won't hesitate, we know, will we take away a song for a cut, the land of my song, living old trees, the spring of the living, the voice is clear and ringing. the land of my song, the land of my memory, how to sleep well

i sing the land of my song to the sirs, the land of my song, i enchant the soul, the land of my song, take it in memory, the land of my. songs, sing with us at once, these simple songs, without a word, are the skin of my day, unknown and new, and the joy of the sum, and dewy dawns, and white wings, simple clouds, songs of my land. i sleep with the serfs,

the land of my songs, i rob my soul, the land of my song, take it as a keepsake, the land of my song, play with us once, in your songs there is a deceiver orec. falls in winter and winter in the summer, here is the joy of sleep and land and mana, the souls of the belarusian blissful atali, the lands of my song, i bind the serfs, the lands of my song, the souls are enchanted, the lands of my song. take it as a memory, the land of my song, sing once with

us, the land of my song, take it as a memory, the land of my song, sing with us once again, the land of my whole. they were born in different parts of the world, i am lyudmila tarakanova, i have been living in

belarus for more than 30 years, i came from russia from the ancient city of ryazan. tirya is my homeland, i love it very much, but... it so happened that i decided to go to belarus, to get an education as a cameraman, everyone found something for themselves here, so i am engaged in the creation of clothes, and it makes me so happy, i am happy that people use my beauty, use my skills and appreciate it. each hero has his own unique story and his own view of belarus. belarus gave me the awareness of my dignity as a person and ultimately gave me love, i constantly feel at home, all this is my land. look at belarus 24 tv channel. the economic

indicators in the us are now approximately the same as before the great. press of the twenty-ninth year, over the past 15 years, the us national debt has doubled, 34 trillion dollars, how are they going to get out of this situation, this is printed dollars, which is not backed by anything, yes, that is, in the region of 2 billion dollars are printed practically every day, quite an alarming bell for the world economy, that is , today the americans are interested in unleashing even more conflicts in the world, we see, prolong the conflicts that exist, including the middle east, the same thing... we have no right to make a mistake, but if we turn off this road, which we have been going on for 30 years, that's it, there will be no chance to rise, so we must

firmly hold the line and go towards the intended goal, this is the only salvation in this raging world in which we now find ourselves. the project is objective, do not miss the new ones. issues on the belarus 24 tv channel . when you know what a field is, when a star dies, when hearts ache. you smile at the world, you understand , we share space, for what will be and is, you must thank, without fear, yes

udzyachnasti, whatever you are, without pavaga and udzyachnasti. tears, well developed, need to be used for the skin, for your age, for life and for the sun, for the light, for the future and for the past, for the winter and for the past, when you forget the lady’s gift, you become bastards. but you don’t realize that you can’t live on the tree without punishment, you’re ruining yourself, you’re ruining your wings, without panogy da udzyachnasti, even if you’re a chalavek,

without panogy da udzyachnastsi, tears. and the developed requirements are to meet the skin, for the sake of your age, for life and for the sun, for the light, for the month and kahanne, without pavaga da udzyachnasti, no matter how you are,

without pavaga da udzyachnasti, tears, da developed, require for the skin, what kind of life for your life, for life and for sleep, for light, for the past kahanne. without pavaga da udzyachnasti, even if you are a man, without pavaga da udzyachnasti, tears da unfolded, the skin needs to know what kind of straў for your age, for life and for the sun, light, for the future and for the past, syabroў i kahanna.

my native path, as you are to me. dear, forget about you, i have no strength, many times the roads are weary, my life is bright, i continue in my thoughts i pour it, and there... i adore it with my soul, and there

i soak it with my soul, just like the guard of me, the flock of kutochak that jumping. skrynichka 's rich bed, and the fir-tree couples with the wine, the trees are hanging over the water, like little ones, for the fall in the late evenings. prostavanya,

i love you, my family, potion. sa nemman srebravodny, oaks dze friendly charm, flock like weights above the water, my family is here, as you are dear to me, forget you. i don't have the strength to forget you,

i don't have the strength, to forget you, i don't have the strength, thank you, thank you very much, good evening, dear friends, dear my... countrymen, how i am happy to stand and sing for you on this holiday in my native language, thank you for the holiday, well now it will be very exciting for me, i think you will sing along with me a song called heritage, tsidat soskov vekov sang to us heritage, besides our own and strangers, she caresses us mother.

and i will play with memories, on the bead of a beetle gave, and that old man who lay down a lion, while there with a drink sing to me fairy tales from ...

spring blossoms, forest in the rustle of heather, and fallow deer in the field. and that boring lamb, damn i do not remember the past, and the roof of the walls, on the graveyard, live, with it the breath of my family, is,

with there is a sound. not me the curtain but the salvation of my whole old native.

my memory. all old native, thank you! dear friends, but in such moments you understand that you love life madly, i want together with you, together with this square, who watches us on television, i want to sing a song called, i love you, life, i love you, life, which

in itself is not new, i love you, life, i love you again again, now the windows are lit, i i walk tiredly from work, i love you life. and i want you to become better, i have been given a lot, the breadth of the earth and the plain of the sea, i have known for a long time, selfless male friendship,

call every day. and how happy i am that i have no peace, i have love, i have life, you know. what is it? owl, but do not be happy that i have no peace. i have love, life, you know what it is, like a nightingale, twilight. a kiss at dawn and the peaks of love, this is a miracle, great, children,

we will go through them again, childhood, youth, here are the halls, the piers, there will be grandchildren, then everything will repeat itself again , ah claws fly, we are sad, sitting, noticing, life, you remember the soldiers who died defending you, so face to face, difficult hearing... and the spring anthem, i love you life i hope it's mutual.

so i say and fade in the big rumors of the spring anthem, i love you life i hope it 's mutual, thank you.

our memory is the basis of our bright glory trace, this is all living words, words eternal, like light. the past is in them, and the day is sacred to them, in the cherished son the evil will find this day, the day of belarusianism, the ravor is with us here, and the words are dear, unchangeable, looking clouds.