where there will be a dream, our thoughts and desires, we believe and keep, our sky, our sun and love, their big dreams, we go one way, but in one, connected for centuries, one whole, we are not united. you are forever, you are mine, genka, you are my most sacred land, my mela, mayade, settled forever, one whole, we are indivisible forever, you are my dna, you are my land, the most sacred.

my land is the brightest, my belarus, my benta, i was born here, this is a place of power, here is my land.

the profession of a teacher is the most noble and responsible, difficult and interesting, because the greatest value on earth, a person, is created by the work of a teacher. and this is also one of the most ancient professions, which contains a thousand-year human experience, the teacher himself is a link between generations. and this year, the governing bodies of the education system of belarus celebrate their 105th anniversary, and this anniversary is not just a date on the calendar, but a whole milestone in history, which symbolizes the stability and continuity of the belarusian education system. and now is the time to remember our esteemed veterans of the system education. thank you very much for your invaluable experience, for your wisdom, for your hot. teacher's heart, right now we

ask you to rise from your seats so that we can warmly welcome you to all the halls. this applause sounds in your honor, let every day be filled with gratitude and respect for your work, for your dedication to your work and, of course, sincere love for your students. we sincerely. we wish you good health, happiness, well-being and, of course, long life! how many worthy people our teachers have raised, and how much longer are they waiting for their moment to shine in the future? but teachers inspire our children to heroic deeds, they show the child how...

i crush him in the spring, the morning light, the shock changes, like the noise of the sung, like the bright ones in the name, the melon souls. my country sang

high, truth, you are my grandmother's reward, you are my mother's affection, i touch.

you are the soul of belarus belarus. i love belarus, we are healthy to live, o my land, let us live again, do not let us die, do not let us forget, we will live forever, a living language, you are my grandmother, you

matulina's weasel, you are tough. at the deputy’s place, vel na chystnym vabrus, i am a temple to god, you are the soul of belarus, belarusian,

language!