first of all, a woman is harmony, everything you do must be done with love, understand who you are doing it to and why you are doing it. zavsedy are interesting and positive, i am very interested in what can be made by hand, i work with stones, with herbs, with essential oils, i like it very much, this is what is close to nature, we are engaged in the production of vegetables, as experience has shown, the belarusian land is ready to accept any experiments, the seed and a lot of work are important.

fertile land in caring hands is our main wealth, when with joy from achieved, i want to share it.

to create and develop, carefully preserving traditions, in the name of a successful happy future, where everyone’s contribution to the common cause is significant, and life with others is in unity and love. this is true happiness. it is always warm here from spiritual moments and familiar views. together at the same table. belarus 24 - what unites us.

twice two is four twice two is four this is known to everyone in the whole world 23-24.

what are our boys made of, what are our little boys made of, from svesnoshek and ploposhek, from rulers, from batteries, our boys are made. our boys are made of news and cotton wool, what are our girls made of, what are our girls made of, our girls are made of, flowers, bells, notebooks and glances, our girls are made of

. flowers, bells, our girls are made of. this gives us a gift, many days and nights, the pitars sigh tenderly, again in love with bars, wander along the street of my youth, school time and at any. year disappeared disappear, we are in the courtyards, in a year i will hear my mother's voice, i mean it's time for me to go home, through years i hear a voice from me, it means

it's time for me to go home. we love you, your dear faces, you gave us wings to fly into life, so that we could fly like birds, to the wisdom of snowy peaks, teachers. for us, you are the light in the window, all the knowledge of the light of my warmth, and even if you are a little angry, in your eyes are lakes of kindness, and even if you are

a little angry, in your eyes are lakes of kindness. good evening, our dear and beloved teachers! first of all, we want to congratulate you on your professional holiday, wish you confidence and cheerfulness, health, inspiration, respect, love, luck, success! let every day be kind and cheerful! bright and interesting, let each student please you with their achievements, happy teacher's day.

i still haven't sung high and true, you are grandma's paint, you are mother's affection, you are giving paint, you are the best of orders, our bread is pure, the temple where god is painted, you are the soul of belarus, the belarusian language. you are grandma's paint, you are mother's affection, you are giving paint,

you are the best of orders, our bread is pure, the temple where god is painted , you are the soul of belarus, the belarusian language. belarusian language, you are granny's paint, you are mother's caress, you are what paint, you are hell will order, our bread is pure mabrus, i am afraid of the temple, you are the soul of belarus, belarusian new.

and everything is fine with us, the wind draws patterns on the windows, the blue in the south has swept the courtyards, we forget the past, we reflect the mirrors with kindness, we will be again until the morning, warm up by the stove with mom cat, it's time to run to visit, knock on the window, mark. do it quickly, find out whose strawberry it is, you serve it

with pity, with your palm yourself, the sky will be fine, above the window a candy of snowfall, we are all sad let's cover it up warmly, there are pies with chocolate waiting on the table, happiness and joy comes to our house, we'll be again until the morning, meet by the stove with mom, cat. you’re insightful, don’t be sorry, and don’t even think about your little ankles, you’ll know everything perfectly well, honey varnish, but he’s doing great.

sometimes it is easy for us and light on our path, we dare to dare, sometimes our skin is healthy. hey, this is ours with you, peaceful home, this land, we live here, you and i, belarus - here we are, sometimes it was like this, sometimes here and now,

sometimes we will be and truly with you. and at times, in the fierce, drenched hours, and the sky is the earth itself, once again, more holy, if we are once again, here are the black azers, the lyas, the samites, the bread is patched on the floor, you are stout, gluttonous and unpastorable. our beloved land, once upon a time it was like this, sometimes.

our village on palessa is a cultural-historical expedition, the village of pozhezhen, there is a belief that some stone axes were found on its foundation back in the stone age. that's why there were ganchars here, the leather hat has a circle of ganchars, that's what they were called, garshkalepy, garshchai, acre of it,

knitted krynitsa, babin's potato i still have it in my eyes, and i can hear it, i mean, how they cook it on this lard, on the tasty one, i mean , you can't find it anywhere, well, my whole world is clear. children, assemblies, when such hours happen, when i save up, i come here, so that the memory will come true, i look at the search project on our tv channel, the work of many teachers and educators, and as you know, this work cannot be overestimated, because the teacher leads us through life, starting from kindergarten, ending with a higher

educational institution, and then the teacher accompanies our children. it is worth noting that the teacher skillfully combines in his work the knowledge of the past, present and future, especially today, when time flies quickly, together with him... and our children, the sky has fallen to the earth again, it will always be like this, if evil instead of blood is a plague, if people do not believe in words, let's take off our sky again, for the sake of those who come after us, tomorrow will be a beautiful dawn, if

we are strong now, if we are strong now, our tomorrows in the sunlight, we will give to children in our palms, we will give peace on the planet, let's remember yesterday with impact, our tomorrow will be beautiful, in the smiles of children's readers, we just need, with all our strength, to preserve the attraction of good, to preserve the attraction of good, a hundred rivers is polokeana, hundreds of hands can create the world, lennaya says directly, preserve good in order to live, and love will be found in every heart, if someone is alone on

earth, i will settle my place under the sun, and i did not spare good for others, and i did not spare good for others, our tomorrow is in the sunlight, we are in the palm of our hand. we will give to children, we will give peace on the planet, with gratitude we will remember yesterday, our tomorrow will be beautiful, in happy children's smiles, we just need, with all our strength, to keep the movement of good.

our tomorrow in the sunlight, we will give it to children in our palms, we will give peace on the planet, our tomorrow in the sunlight, we will give it to children in our palms, we will give peace on the planet. with gratitude we will remember the fera, our tomorrow will be beautiful, in happy children's smiles, we just need, that it is our strength, to keep the attraction of good, to keep the attraction of good, to keep the attraction of good. meet the scene

honored artist of russia alexey glyzin. today they asked me to make this song, it's one, almost everyone will recognize themselves there, probably everyone, it's called simply. aren't you an angel? how many things they tell you, but all this is in vain, where is snowfall, and where is stardad, i can figure it out myself. after

all, there's no need to know at all, everything that happened to you before, since you taught me to fly, then it can't be big, you're not an angel, but for me, but for me, you became gray, you're not an angel, but i saw.

you look in the mirror or out the window, your hair is beating for the victory, i don't even know why i have long been happy to see all this, and neither later nor now will i part with you, people once long before us called it. you are not an angel, but for me, but for me, you became a saint, you are not an angel, but i saw, but i saw, let it not be earthly, let it be an angel you, but if it is dark for me, you bring a happy whole. gave me love

it all the same, because for me it came without a cause, you are not an angel, but for me, but for me, you became a saint, you are not an angel, but i saw, but i saw, your light is not shadowy, you will be an angel, and if it's dark for me, you bring me. very happy, you angel, it's all the same to me, because for me it's like that!

forgive me, forgive me, i'm leaving, i'm leaving , probably something didn't work out, maybe it wasn't cozy with you, it was warm, but... my head, but my head wasn't spinning, i can't live like this anymore, i can't live like this anymore, i can't, when i'm so bored on the field, if we've been living for so many years, but there's no holiday, it seems freedom and freedom, tolvolya, only bondage, not without love. i don't even need to heaven, for the sake of love is called adam, in it it's so bitter and hopeless, one for everything

in the world, you can want, you can want to try, but not be able, apparently god is in the world and he has long ago, and he has long ago decided for us. decided for us when someone will be happy, because, because i am leaving you, it's time to say goodbye, it 's time to say goodbye, polyvore, poly seine, i don't need a dig without love either, love will call an atom, in us so alone and without fear, either will or bondage, i don't even

need a dig without love, paradise without love will call hell, in us so alone and without kindness. poly will, poly bondage, i don't even need paradise without love, paradise without love will call hell, in it so bitter and wasteless, then livola, then

livora, without love i don't even need heaven, for the sake of love is called adam.

thank you very much, i am happy, i am glad that today we are together with you on this wonderful fine day, today is teacher's day, and i have prepared for you a song that i once sang at school, to write different letters, a thin pen notebook, they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school, you read and multiply, do not offend the little ones. they teach at school, they teach at school, do not offend the little ones, do not see them off,

they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school, there there is more, now they sing more, if you liked it, in the fourth brewav two, read the words by syllables, they teach at school, they teach at school, find the east and south. you need to draw a circle, they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school, find the east and south, draw the south in squares, smoke in the toilet on the tribe, honored artist of russia, alexey glyzin.

happy holiday, dear, not just teachers, people, dear people, because from belarus everyone always smiles, so friendly, i talked about this today, in general, my first acquaintance with belarus happened, i flew with sister to the city of minsk, it was an an-24 plane, it flew successfully, i would have been very small then, but these white houses that were being built then, showed me that this was some kind of los angeles, then i realized that it was so-so, so i am absolutely sincerely saying that wonderful people live in belarus, thank you very much that there are teachers who teach children, because this is our future, thank you, honored artist of russia, alexey glydin.

we are talking about the veterans of our education, as they say, preserving the past, we form present and future. dear, respected veterans of the education system of the republic of belarus. please accept these flowers as a token of gratitude and respect.

on stage is the honored worker of culture of the bssr, the excellent worker of education of the bssr, a teacher who worked for more than 50 years in grodno...

this word meant nothing, love was hidden, deep down it was waiting. and then i woke up and opened my eyes, now it is not me singing, love is singing, and this song echoes in the world , love has come, as the morning

will come, it is the only one in me. cries laughs, the whole planet opened up for me, and this joy, even if the sun does not turn away, you will not be able to escape this fire, you will not hide, you will not conceal yourself, love will not... chase you away!

this planet opened up for me, and this joy, even if the sun does not cool down, you will not be able to escape this fire, you will not hide, you will not shrink back, love will overtake you. how many years love slept in me, this word meant nothing to me, love was hidden, in the depths, it was waiting, now it has woken up and its eyes

have opened. honored worker of culture of the bssr, excellent student education of the bssr, galina kochalova. everything you wanted to know about the connection of history, religion, culture in the modern world. we know each other in the oldest part

of the franciscan monastery, here there are frescoes in which we see scenes of st. francis of assisk, the head of the order of the franciscans. getya fresco, from 17 hectares. what would be the earthly path of the saints? saint hannah and yahum have been praying for many bastards, asking for god to give them caress to their darlings. and we are confident about what our people are doing. svyatoga anthony may taxa and taxa all these symbolic things mean that here the altars of the people were small, they celebrated certain gifts of god and some other

gifts of god, please, look in the spirit on cultural projects on tv channel belarus 20. culture, history and architecture, everything sabran ў hell praektse. the kalozhskaya tsarkva sets the velma the standard of torture. in this case, you have the right procedure, which is what the skin and the investigators can know on their own and there they can work adjudication of the right of the private small group of krynits. yes myastsovs, authentic, hired and native russian traditions were also replaced by the new european renaissance. and there our late gothic is fantastically similar to all these movements. interesting facts and unexpected news of the past there is no more of such.

dasha, what do you think a modern school is today? i believe that a modern school should combine three important approaches, theoretical, practical and creative. a teacher is a teacher when he understands that his knowledge helps to lead students. and rightly so, a teacher of a modern school only conveys ready-made knowledge, but also creates creative platforms in the lesson, where each student can reveal their talent.

i hear a voice from the beautiful distance, a voice. with the morning in the silver dew, i hear a voice and a dazzling road, makes my head spin like a carousel in childhood. i hear a voice from the beautiful distance, it calls me to wonderful lands, i hear a voice, a voice

asks sternly, and today, what have i done for tomorrow, beautiful far away, don't be cruel to me, don't be... be cruel to me, don't be cruel, but of a pure source, beautiful far away, beautiful far away, i am the primary path, school time, beautiful time, senior students serve as an example, look at them from an early age, you need to teach to be close to people, then the distant will be bright and wonderful, different subjects and homework. you need to do so that the teacher is not too strict, you need to get knowledge, so that there is a lot of it, a beautiful

far away will be waiting for you, write different letters with a thin pen in ... they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school, subtract and multiply, do not offend children, they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach in school, subtract and multiply, do not offend the little ones, they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school, to four. add two, read words by syllables, they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school,

to love good books, to be well-mannered, they teach at school, they teach at school, they teach at school, in comprehending science, even if it is not so simple, but you can handle it, because our youth is our pride for adults, do not be afraid to conquer. we will help you to reach the peaks, the beautiful distant one is our main plan, do sports, because we are for a healthy state, the main thing is not to lose heart follow your plan, the older we become, the more responsible the step, because without work nothing happens just like that, what is honor, dignity, the word friendship, you need to take it with you to the beautiful far away.

be cruel to me, cruel, don't be, apurely polystock, beautiful, far away, beautiful far away, i'm starting my journey, beautiful far away, i'm starting my journey.

director of molodeshchinskaya secondary school no. 1 named after yanka kupala vasily vladimirovich malinovsky and young teachers from all regions of the republic of belarus and the city of minsk. dear colleagues, it's a big school break.

to prepare for each other, cheat sheets, well, of course, they don't write, hello, children, hello, i am glad to introduce you to your new teachers, young teachers, let's support them. and at this important stage of their lives , we need to say important words. we swear to be the best teachers for our students. to be sincere and generous in teaching. to be honest and objective in assessing knowledge. to be

moderately strict true friends. creative, to be professionals and not stop in self-education, we swear, we promise to be worthy successors of the professional work of our veterans of education, to educate true patriots of our homeland, the republic of belarus. happy teacher's day to you, dear friends! here are the first saints of our young teachers! thank you! now we have witnessed the symbolic dedication of young teachers. our belarusian school is a bright symbol of the traditional

continuity of pedagogical generations. our dear and beloved teachers, there are no words to express our gratitude for your bright, wonderful work. you have chosen a difficult calling, to lead students along the path to knowledge. the path is long and thorny, but with your patience and professionalism, they help you to bypass all obstacles. thank you for proudly carrying this title of mentor, educator, teacher throughout life. with a capital letter: a deep bow to you and best wishes, happy teacher's day, clouds are looking through the school window,

the lesson seems endless. you can hear how the pen whistles slightly and lines fall on the sheet, first love. school years, blue glass beads are knocking, yes, it does not repeat, not repeats, does not repeat, such a thing never, does not repeat, does not repeat, such a thing never repeats, song of the rain, rolling hands. green winds rustle, jealousy without reason, argue about nothing, it was as if it were yesterday, first love, school years,

blue stepchildren are mocked, but it does not repeat, does not repeat. such a thing never repeats, does not repeat, does not repeat, such a thing never repeats. first love in school years, blue glass puddles, ice, does not repeat, does not

repeat, such a thing never repeats, does not repeats, does not repeat, does not repeat. all this never, never repeats, never repeats, flowers to the concert participants from the ministry.

happy holiday, our dear teachers, happy teachers' day!