this time in life at the hell station of our war, on the left hand i was wearing a coat, and on the right hand i was carrying a small shirt, from afar it was seen as if there were medals on my chest. at geta hour, adzin at the corner of the garden, scorching on a certain patch of beetle, but at the same time zapakіnuў yago, kali ўbachyў, shto ў gety side іdze nyachy war tatka, and maybe geta yagony tatka, maksimka ryzykuyuchy apyachysya ab , passing through the raft galava and pragnasachy for the paraders, when the male padisha is very close, maksimka ubachyi, because he is a swimmer and...

so high that hell the boots would be like maxim and a paddock. the dzetska's clothes are bright, and the nobles are welcoming. and the cotton boy tries to stick his head out in pain. the wars are jumping up. where are you going, bro? hey, you can’t crawl back out, but i’ll crawl out, maksimka says, and i’ll crawl back out, to show that there’s no trouble. there was nothing left for vaenna as the plaintiffs moved on. and maxim’s casades followed in his wake, the adzina’s thought gave him, what kind of woman is this, what is maxim’s next home in his house, and what’s wrong with him? adzin and niby kagostsya chaka, similar to the galava and praising, maximka uvayshova at the position and side-by-side passing and vaenaga, pratsіsnuў kalennya and shchyra protulіў and yago zey. wars are at once toady maximka,

prudent and themselves and become smooth on galava gavorachy: you’re my boy, then where are you going, good lad, what’s your name? maksimka, let’s say cotton, short medals. maksimka, great good name, we have healthy white fascists in the maksimka war, as we gave them, honest, when they danced naked, in which we were maksimka, and yana there were vyaliks, no, little one, how you crushed my daddy, and why don’t you know me, papa maximka’s daddy, i don’t know, brother, you’re mine, you’ll still live, - i know, crushed my daddy. never before has maksim been so welcomed, the sirs have been so strong. she walked around and touched her hands and tried, and...

then with both hands she squeezed maxima by the shoulders, looking at the harshness of the sky, and the whole truth: poor cotton, this hvilina a flower came out, and with it tolya, tolya kryknuў tata i pabek da vaennaga, and yon pashoў pit at the ready, padkhapa pad pakhі i padnya tall, tall, then pompous for yourself, boy.

my father died in stalingrad, and the germans rolled up their mothers, i have no more, kali laska, i’m asking for the war, it’s like nothing else, i’m sorry for your father, the war is pasting your son on earth, padbeg da chimadan, adchynіў yago and a little bit of washing up, a canal machine, a few plates...

it's getting to the ladies, it was already spring, as before, all the dzetsi chakali, that tomorrow this morning will come tat, and there’s something like this, like that, little katya, ksimka, idzi here, ta raptam so, the lady arrived, she took iago and paul by the hand. and behind them were alyosha, vitska, senka and borka, and none of them lost their respect. hutka maksimka has a high neck, and i immediately know that this is the same

woman who brought the car through the pit. ale then, why don’t you start a relationship with yourself? but the guard himself is a loser. maksimka takes him in his arms and says: well, maksimka, get ready, let’s go home, mom, look out. when the last heroes, dear eternity , leave, we will open the book of memory, and destinies

will come to life again on every page lived. an unrepeatable spring, heroes' faces look at us, and names, sweat, their life, their youth are worth, remember, the heroes are alive. alive, people, remember, the heroes are alive, people, remember, while their names sound, eyes,

eyes pierce the years, unconquered eyes. in them is the honor and courage of the people, and a mother's tear, a voice sounds on the bat. hearts, to keep the homeland and peace, and tell children more often who blessed them for life, remember, while you live people, remember, for your happiness, your youth, their life, their... youth is valuable,

remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, while their names are heard. remember, while you live, people, remember, for your

happiness, your youth, their life, their son's youth, remember, heroes, alive, people, remember, and you people, remember, while their names are heard, remember, honored artist of the republic of belarus, victoria oleshko. years under a peaceful sky, this is a very interesting time, full of events and

experiences, sorrows and joys, a time of bright victories. in a world without war, dreams become reality, every day is filled with love and light. something happened in the world, the heart became all the plaid, we forget about love and dreams, we increasingly lose loved ones, for the idea of ​​​​laughter. not close to us, we do not hear, we argue with each other, but

remember about the shadow of the hand, because it does not matter what color you are, what end of the planet you are on, because for us, for all, the earth is one. "children of the whole earth, if your dreams, our world could change, lived, so that not throw, not, so that without tears, in peace, without war, a traitor to his guilt, we will change everything." must, must, if we

believe in the light, will believe, we will stand in the world a little bit good, in the country we are good, we are not we will regret with tears, there will be moms and dads at home, all the children will become a little bit happy. and faithful, we must change everything, we must, people that without stars in the world without war betrayal

of the whole earth. wherever you live, our light, charismata and forest, let the heavens be blessed, without children's tears, forever, without giving, without truth, and let the signs shine for yourself.

day, still days, sailing behind the apples, dark days, sleepy days, adventuring far away, runaway bunnies all in the forests, wet birds in the forests, and the bead princes were buried. svae dougiya nasy, vayu, bye, vayu, bye, vachanyati close, lullaby, lullaby, close the eyes, on the rat,

on the race, they are pawing, the eyes are sleeping. the ears are all buzzing, the helmets are all on, they are ploughed under the pillows, both mice and frogs are sleeping, the cars are sleeping in the garages, you are just like your mother, all the little eyes, lullaby.

along the gray boulevards, along the sunday squares, there are girls walking, such that you can’t believe your eyes, it’s impossible not to notice their magical beauty, and having seen one of them, you thought to yourself, yes, two girls, like stars, shine in the sky until the morning, it’s easy and

simple to fall in love with one of them once and for all, but if you an ordinary guy, you will never shine. girls like stars, stars like her. girls like stars, stars like her, everyone around has known for a long time, you are not a coward and not a hero, but... girls, to be honest, we will not get bored with you, and we will cast aside all doubts, you stepped towards her and said, i have never seen anyone like you, but i always dream about you. once and for all, but if you are an ordinary guy, you

will never shine, girls like congresses, stars like her, girls like stars, stars like her, girls like stars, stars like her. from the depths of the sky until the morning, in one of them it is easy and simple to fall in love once and for all, but if you are an ordinary guy, you will never shine,

such girls as stars, such stars like her, such girls as stars, such stars, stars, stars, go girls like stars that shine in the sky in the morning, in one of them it is easy and simple to fall in love once and for all, but if you are an ordinary guy, you will never... fly, such girls as stars, such stars like her, such girls as stars, such stars like her, girls as stars, stars like her, girls as stars, stars of kana. well, we are all sure that becoming

a teacher is destiny, but to raise a successor in your own family is the highest professionalism. since ancient times , teaching dynasties have passed on a special talent: to be a teacher. today in our hall there is a unique one.

poyachepit in this family turn into a peccovet. well, let's invite the schoolchildren stage right now, ask a few tricky questions to our peccovet. dear schoolchildren, we invite you to the stage, come in, please, ask your questions, don't deny yourself anything. they say that teachers' favorite months are june, july and august, and what about you? yes, teachers. love the summer months, the school year ends, fatigue has accumulated, it's time for rest, it's time for summer vacations, so

, of course, teachers really love this time, i think you guys love this time too, because you also have a vacation, well , we have no doubt that the guys love the summer months, and what don't we love, and we love, guys, the next question, if you hadn't become teacher, what profession would you choose? i 'll tell you a little story from mine.