from the tsemnaga to death and marches in memory of may 9. once again we praise our athletes. we give metes at once. we live, we dance, we cook, we celebrate christmas. the orcs did not disperse over the ground, the bright riddles leaped on their own, the skid.

i'm dying for this couple. i look at the beginning of the sky and look with my eyes, as it heats up, i get tired of this couple.

when the time has come for us, this is our lot, and what a gift i have for you.

look again at our distance, with her, we look at her with anger, no matter how the fur is painted on the khanna, the gloss is fat.

kali i sleep with you, the mountain has risen,

my native land, jumping in every couple of years, in the species, like in my life, everything changes, the same year changes with the other, and the skin with them in its own way non-paustory, jumping, like a singing bird, like a matcha's song, like that little bird 's native land, where you grew up, on the belarusian land there is a jumping winter, the snow is soft and fluffy...

winter is robotic words of chicks, patsalunki matsney, u vacakh sunshine for the new year's eve, tsudaukal and rastvo, like the hour, poisonous belarus in the maras, praci, saints, in one way, in another way, at once, in this way.

dzitsia, gukaitse, birdie, hearer, as when the sky begins to fill with heat, warm, sunny days are coming, the abuja nature, flying birds, geta and heavy soil on the niva, kab beware of being, rich in urajay, skin of the day, thick of the earth, earth, sun, khannya. i give you holy days, holy days, holy joys, joys of life, joys of life, joys of the people, people's land. in the belarusian land of summer, everywhere you look, everything is green, everything is blooming,

everything is pouring, everything is beautiful, i took it away with my shady hand. summer is all god's light. sontsa urachysta holy svayu greatness. thick, tall grass, like mora, kalyshshytsya on the wind. and kvetak, kvetak. how many songs? how sweet it is to look at these narrow blows and sticks of the belarusian burning, like fresh winds, kalysha, connected with the unknown, calm rivers.

urachista and samaaddannaya, udzyachna for pratsu and shchyra for anyone, i know you, your sons. our leaping patched earth, all the trees and bushes are covered with a dead forest, like a

pavolnaya apadae, uvarayuchy unprofitable the jumpers danced on the ground, circling high and high in the sky. the sun's caressing, greedy, greedy, and greedy winds are greedy and abundant. shchodra saints and rich people. hail budze

slaўny ў vyakakh česnaya pratsa belarusaў u adzіnay sam'і. so it was, so it is and so it will be, we know it, we pray, we live. skin zen, skin vine, we are faced with unexpected illnesses.

let's go, little girls, let's go for a walk, let's go for a walk , let's go for a good day. how to borrow vyanka on all christmastide, good day of summer, on spiritual day on pyatrovskaya, good day, oh, what the hell three! for that, subor dzeuka, good day

of summer, saint, then dispersal of dzeuka, good day, summer, disperse the dzewak in a clear field. paelnichka, pabyareznichka, good day of summer, good day of summer, dance with lyavonika pa-vagileuska.

let's go to sleep once in ul'yanitsa, like a family from the trybinsk region. ulyanitsa lyanok. oh, hrystse,

yala ivanauna lyanok. oh dear lyanok, may the joy of lyanok, all the people, buzz. o palolam yano. ivana in lyano. oh, sirsa lyano, my joy lyano. may joy of tylyanok, sennya lyudzhenki, kusalyuk, syabry, darazhenkiya, we walk at chebart, and all the children, who are the most secretive, a folk festival from the vyalynitsk region, and the little field is developed, and i want a dacha fourth, four, read, read, read,

we sleep at once with all the talaka kasya i with kanyushyna kasya i looked at kanyushyna kasya i

looked at kanyushyna the boys and i looked at the boys. you're me, you're not, you're me, you're not, you're me, you're not, you're falling, you're falling to me, you're not falling, you're falling to me, on our most jumping ever, any dear belarusian land , karagot vyaliki, on healthy for life, for peace and prosperity, for prosperity belarusian land, hand. rutsa times garagon velіgіkіya oh jurassic oh people glyla street is given for the saints is given for the old further ge'.

belarus 2024 in our vyalynichs. successful

abavyazkova's leader in the cultural capital of the sun. and you couldn’t do this, as if you had discovered the great, living, enchanting light of the people’s mastery. you will shit on the dots of your hands, the melodious dance of your carunka, the booming cymbal on the voice of the forefathers, as soon as the little ones start singing, the braids of the flowers on the garba will sing, your life will swell, and this... yes dziva, hi zastanetssa ў you, like the sun, faith, language and roses.

what meaning do modern canon painters put into their works? and so that all this is not in vain, so that it helps people to pray, so that it helps to repent. to go to church, as today the training is conducted in sunday schools, one spiritual lesson, the law of god, one lesson of creativity, one lesson of music, and for the older ones, that is, adults, there are already lectures on subjects, well, there is already, so to speak, more serious preparation, what is mercy, this is, probably, the food in which we will always need ourselves, and this is god's food, which is born in the heart of a compassionate soul, what?

on the tv channel belarus 24. belarusian doilitstva, what kind of jumping is important and this time you need to learn and master. if we reveal a three-tailed triumphal arch, its structure, then we can create something similar in the same altar. rounded corners. at the tops of the abaronchaga you are stuck, so don’t slave. and here the yangs are sound, and the first signs are up. such imitative muscles are the historical creation of significant cultural objects in the land of the land the tsar'kva disappeared in the 20th century and

was transferred in the 20th century to the new month in the next century, and in the months of the old tsar'kva, the temple was erected in memory and architectural features of the entire abaronnag budynka . you know there was a drop on the side. on the asvetnytsky project architecture of belarus, one can greatly appreciate such a rare element of the same maderna, cast iron, which is why such screw-in wastes are created here. glyadzice on our tv channel.

my uncle, pyadusa yagor scyapanavich, stralok the first strife company, the first of the entire dry aichyn war, and the sustra will help in koeniksberg, for heroic deeds we are recognized by the orders of glory of the other and third level, the orders of the red vigil. stalyarov uladzimir tsimafeevich was born in simukachy. partisans from the first days of the war, and in 1944 they called up the 336th line regiment of the fifth line division, recognized with the order of glory of the third level, and the order of the second level of war. grandma stalyarova nina vasilyeina, born in lushka. in 1941 , godze dapamagla vyratavazza 15 infants palon from the german government, transportation to ...

which was stagnated in the klicha region, they were all dismantled. on the 16th of the summer of 1943, the sugar crops of the malinauka byalynitskaya district were driven to gumno. dzyadulya and his little three-year-old sister ran out into the forest. true tragedy, terrible hell. the hour at which over 80 people were burned, i remember forever. 78, my uncle, mikhail vasilyevich byalov, put a candle on the graves of malinautsya’s bedroom. our dears have a good memory and memory, it’s heroic.

ў the bastards of the dry aychinnaya vines attacked i remember, i remember, we ask everyone, whose native warmth of belarusians for the peace of the people's land, on the front lines and in the rear, wrapped from the fascist genocide, clasp the hand of the heart, in memory of the heart, with faith in the future, together in the heart of our hearts ...

the years have flown by, the battles have died down, they have healed, they have suffered. your wounds, but to distant courage, keep loyalty, you stand and are silent by the holy fire, you have survived more than a soldier, although you died 100 times, although you buried friends. and when death

stood, why are you for, on the heart palm? in the eyes as in streams the fire was reflected, they say, that a soldier does not cry, a soldier is a soldier, and that old wounds hurt in bad weather, but yesterday there was sun. and the sun in the morning, why are you crying, soldier, by the holy fire, you survived soldier,

even though you were putting to death, even though you were burying friends, and even though death stood, why are you a deputy. a palm on your heart, in your eyes like in roars a fire is reflected, look, soldier, this is your youth, at a soldier's grave, i stand as a son, so what are you thinking about? old soldier, or the heart is burning, or wounds have appeared, you came out soldier, a choir died a hundred times, a code of friends

crowned, and stood to the death. why did you freeze on the heart palm, in the eyes, as in streams, the fire was reflected, in the eyes, as in streams. the year was reflected.

in my heart the distant echo of war is heard, the sun of the heavens has died down and fallen behind

the bloody distant gaze, the smoke has deepened over the native land, and like reptiles they have swarmed. gadzins, and you are gone, after the last battle, for your loved ones, for your loved ones, the infection, over the vunitsky field, over the vunitsky fire, anxious whirling dreams, the sirsa may adgukaytsa be.

once the disaster passed, every day, as wept, as the ladies wept, as you fell asleep in the eternal sun. fell to the sky of the unpaved aichyns, over the buynitsk field, over the bunitsk fire, anxious whirling dreams, in the heart of the river, the distant river of war.

above the vunitsky field, above the vunitsky field, the blessed day is clear, no matter what, no no, no trouble, no worries .

the war did not put any troubling dreams on me, and let the drops pass by. you've gone over the edge. i know, boys, this year you will know the blue skies and peace on earth. we remember, we will once again be on the buynitsky field, the museum of the glory of magileushchyna. unique architecture of the museum. the city will be built in the appearance of the order of the aichynna war. to return the world to ourselves,

to get on the right path, is difficult, but after the night the morning will give us light. you will still understand the true lie, the eternal glory will say , god give us a clear sky, god give us a bright sun, in fate, to believe in ourselves, kind leave years, and

love, to get on the right path, light, light, we are always with you, we will live. with this dream, to god will turn, people after us, these same words will say, god give us a clear sky, give there. oh, bright sun, to believe in fate, to believe in ourselves,

kind leave the sun, give us god, clear sky, give us god, like that sun, bright love. close people, peace on the whole earth. god give us clear sky, give the cow,

the heifer, believe in yourself, kind leave. god give us clear sky, bright sun, bright love of close people, peace on the whole earth, to return to peace . the melody of the earth, which is awakened through cold and frost, beckons the joy of spring, the joy of life.

on highways and our hundreds of miles to unwind

not accustomed, but we fly, run, hurry, on the roadside beauty, we look, not the speed limit allows, but the fears are in no hurry to return to the side of the road, where our native places begin, the soul sings, missing its small homeland. i remember the fox of a clean sheet, golden rhizomes, visible willow, and along the country road already a hand to give, there behind the hillock a stream of izvestny, it will reach the native house in five minutes, oh, grace, spring again, and white cherries will not run to meet me, native apple trees, cut savenko, to you ... layer, that in thoughts to embrace all relatives, at our house, the crowns are painted, but an evil thunderstorm has long been scorched inside, a horde

cursed, cursed by misfortune, that they did not return our grandfathers' war, golden rhizome, windy willow, i remember the word, the word of my grandmother's story, as in an attempt, returning from the front, another ... and i my grandfather laid down for us, the fire of victory did not go out, we survived the hard times more than once, the weeds are mown, the fields are well-groomed, as they say native walls, us, native army, are too fat to know how to protect our land from trouble, golden rhizome, willow withered, grown always. we will protect, golden rhizome, willow withered, bread has fallen i begin to shake my hand, where behind the hillock,

hand over the leaves, to my native home it will fly me again, in about five minutes. golden ferment, windy willow, where along the cleared already to shake my hand, where behind the little steps, me again, in about five minutes, the energy of the native land, it is in good rights, it is in generosity, it is in ours.

the history of the magiley region wrote powerful self-given gifts to the spirits of the hominy people. menavita yana, talented, enlightened, noble people, give tribute to the region, and this is not

a problem, because we have it... good report, on who is equal, our countryman, our fatherland president, our respected alexander grigorovich, our father, the president, then any boers are not afraid. he did not bend over and did not hand over the people, to western partners for pennies, for him with a reserve of 30 years ahead, the bulbash voted, father, we have a cool one in the world, he is the only one, with father,

the country is calm, only he will not give. sleep, father , we have a cool one, father, we are next to you, the people chose and will not let you down, we will stand as a wall for father , a mountain, european politicians, another failure in greatness seeing dreams, having fallen into dependence on uncle shock, are you really the face of your side? you should be solving your own problems there, and not bringing us here over the fence, otherwise our supreme leader might send you off in such a way that the conversation will be short,

our dad is... he's the coolest in the world, he's the only one like that with dad, the country is calm, but he can't sleep, our dad is the coolest, dad, we 're with you, the people chose him and

he wo n't let us down, we'll stand up for dad, koro. hi, he's the only one like that, dog, the country is calm, but he can't sleep, our dad is the coolest, dad, we're with you, the people chose him and he won't cry, we'll stand with our backs to the dog city. happiness is the mother's eyes, the smile of a tatar, a clear sunbeam and a peaceful sky. i thank all the talented for peace and well-being, the people's belarusian land.

thanks to all the heat. or even half a kilo, he must run and jump there, grab everything with his feet and pull, otherwise he will break, and there he is, every little child, cuts out of pieces and gets lost dishes are everywhere, he always sticks out there, he will be terribly upset if something in the world suddenly happens without him.

past the white apple of the street, past the red apple of the council, has an unknown country, to us hurry again run where they are, and the clouds, the melodious horses, the clouds, so that you learn without a detachment. please do not look from above, but invite us along it, clouds.

if the path went with a friend, if the path went with a friend, the road is more fun, without friends i am a little, without friends i am a little, with friends. leg, what is snow to me, what is heat to me, what is pouring rain to me, when my friends are with me, what is snow to me, what is sleep to me, what is rain poured on me, when my friends are with me,

la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, a voice from the beautiful distance, a voice of the morning in silver race, i hear the voice of the simon

road, spinning in my head like a kalusel in childhood, to block. i begin the journey,

we do not tell dry historical facts, we immerse ourselves in the era, our ivevsky tatars still have ... this is an elkapion cross, which dates back a century, today such a cross is worn, for example, by the pope or bishops. the task of our guides is to ignite in you the desire

to touch the belarusian culture personally. these are the kinds of receptions we love, and we love to meet and treat, it is already possible, of course, it is necessary, oh, it smells like, good.

this magical theatrical world, hide under a mask from the empty bustle, your peace is disturbed, the action excites the blood, the role is like a sip, will save from thirst, here everyone has their own path, the real one will find, resign yourself, you can’t fight or hide, don’t think about the future , miracles are important, fantasies. i will

become blue through the mik will cover all my nights, this flame, freedom is a stormy stream, as if a passionate preacher leads behind him, but the foundations will destroy everything that everyone here has ever known, ready to open the door to where the stars’ lights are daring, where many souls are hopeful, where there is no sun i'll beat, just so-called in melancholy, honet better show. again we can wash away the melancholy, or the sun will not burn, the catfish will become a reality, it's easier so-called, in the world after all the best show, the central invites you, to become, to laugh at the chestira, resign yourself to fight, or you can't hide, don't think. in the future miracles,

silyaet dedicating the world of ordinary palms, give in i know, everyone wants to go there, all yaer there i'm the lights of the stars, where hope will find many needles, where i'll beat the son, as if there was a wave, be menet better shock, legs in the sky we can wash away, to the sun no, sleep panic i beat, read so on longing, in the world the best show, but what you want, no matter what is needed, right here stretch out your hand, instead of where you want to be, and what you want, no matter what is needed, right here stretch out your hand, the place where you want to be, the place where you want to be. where

the lights shine, where the sea inflates hope, where sleep will become i will beat, longing, in the world there is no better show, tiva, tiva, found and a bright scattering of notes, high, like the winds of the summer, roared unknown mats, and we stand,

stand, motionless, which brought life unknown, every day. a new chord, a native overthrow, these are the melodies of our hearts, a new kiva, an unexpected tomorrow, a forest look, will call the world to the cliffs, we live. if only to be happy, and we stand, stand on the top, then the post will not leave us, at all. light is a girl,

these are the melodies of our hearts, a new dima. you will have a national tomorrow, death is a miracle, these are the melodies of our springs, a new incredible diba will be tomorrow, tiva, tiva, tiva, tiva, tiva, tiva. dziva, dziva, light is a miracle, these are the melodies of our hearts, a new dila, it will be hard work, death is a diva, it

the melodies of our sneakers, together we will sing our history, our salka, strength, it is impossible to know exactly, everything that awaits us ahead, what awaits us ahead. if you have chosen a difficult path, boldly go along it, do not give up and do not make friends, fight against all winds in spite of, there will be

a layer, millions of hearts beating in unison, closer and closer to the light, give me your hand in place, we get up. they say that you have lost in life. they just see your success and want you to fall, do not give us such a chance, i call it exciting mood,

everyone can become a star, believe in yourself and be yourself. millions of hearts, everything is not a dream for me, light closer and closer, give me your hand to this song with you, so that we would not be heard. and closer, give me your hand, everywhere, we remember,

now with you, so that the house is heard, beat out the squirrels, we feel them, simple voices,

put on the yellow, the truth is funny hours, the truth is not for us, we are children of our land, hell of a century, we were clouded, as our fathers told us to live. we are children of one land, here by faith punishments and we will be saved, they will be born, knees. we need to catch up, we will be happy,

we will be happy, fly a new day with us, sleep, be famous, flourish, our beloved edge, we are here on our land forever, we lived here, as on...

in sin we were clouded, as on a canal we lived, we are children of one land, our crowns, and we will believe in the harvest, the stage invites.

here from this stage we showed the originality, the uniqueness of our dnieper region, showed the whole depth of our heart, we tried, our teams are presented. from khotsimsk to sipovichi, i want to express words

of sincere gratitude to our artists, because each stage number is our page in the history of the dnieper region, where, to unfortunately, there is heat, there is pain, but there are victories and there are achievements. once again, huge words of gratitude to those who worked, who labored, to all our artists, let's applaud them. i can't help but express words of gratitude. to the audience for your support, for the atmosphere that is present in this hall, in conclusion i would like to say, everything that we do in the mogilev region, we do from the heart, we do with love, so it is eternal, happy holiday to you, all the best, dear

anatol mikhailovich, thank you! we are close and together, united in this, in this unity, we are like a family forever tied us with an invisible thread native. our beloved land, we hear the ringing of bells, the soul, like birds, in the silence, sings to us that there is no closer in the world, the land where with you, we were born, from the land where with you,

we were born, from kholsk to asivoni. in the village of the city, a piece of land in belarus about magelovskaya land, opykho through the hills, the prorogation of life provela, because on the earth, on the belarusian there is mogilev land, because on the earth, on the belarusian. ismangelskaya land, and the stars above us are higher and higher, and the world will become brighter from our love, and we know for sure, there is no closer land in the world, where with you, we were born, in the land where with you, we were

born, from khotinsk, yes osipovich, not a village city, a piece of land, belarus about mogilev land, and tykhova and through the hills, the road of life penetrated, because on the earth, on belarusian there is mogilev land, because on the earth on belodruzhskaya there is besmania. our land is here, we depart, even ponich, a village, a village city , a piece of land, belarus, then makelevskaya land, opykhova, points of the hill, the road of life

penetrated.

acquaintance with belarusian enterprises and the outstanding result of their work, without compliance with the required characteristics, the products will not come out, if we do not apply modern knowledge, modern technology, then we will not have a future, and i assure you, we have a future. we make a very amazing and rare product not only in the country, but in principle in the region, because there are not many companies that make watches, directly make production, an approach to business

that everyone should strive for when we we produce something, it is a big burden, and we need to maintain the brand, so our mood is responsible and fighting, i can say with confidence that our team is a team from the contribution of each. the overall result, our common cause depends, and we try to convey to each employee that everyone is important and needed. watch the project quality mark on the belarus 24 tv channel

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