great guy, we should hire him, today, you thought well, you don’t have a job, you don’t have a place to live, nothing, dmitry, natale, you need a nurse, i’m completely satisfied with your candidacy. but i’m not sure if she will suit

my father, he said that he will only accept help from a loved one, from a fictitious engagement, and where did you meet, stop putting pressure on my girlfriend, to real love, just one kiss, oh, who taught you that kiss, let's kiss for real, well, that's a completely different matter, natoash, i love you, find yourself another fool, she has a wedding in 3 days, but in 3 days you know how much business you can do, you need not... a place with accommodation today at rta. 2024 has been declared the year of the family and in our studio family duets sing love songs.

only at him, he’s one of those men with whom it’s like behind a stone wall, a bag from a movie, a decisive cold look, your balibo, wait, it’s me, everyone always says that happiness and love silence, but i want us , watching hollywood cry, everyone constantly says... happiness loves silence, but i want

so that koleva, my koduka, would cry when he looked at us, there were a lot of broken hearts, i everyone wanted a happy ending, everyone hoped for something more, but i don’t need anyone except you more than me... you will have the whole world against us, i i won’t stop loving you, and even if suddenly there’s a chase after us, you’ll shoot and give up cartridges, everyone always says that happiness loves silence, but i want hollywood to cry when they look at us, everyone constantly says that happiness loves silence, but i want us... fuckin' hollywood cried, that's it

they always say that i want hollywood to cry when it looks at us, everyone always says that happiness loves silence, and i want golina

to cry. it's hot, it's getting hot. you are walking this very day, on other occasions, on other occasions, on holy days, on the best of years, my

value is on the line of the lazy trees, we will not stop. like the grass, from the pagada the star did not leave us, do not steal, let us be with us, and in a dream, please be faithful to me.

and you didn’t let me know, because you’re not here for me. they didn’t give you anything, that you may be spoiled and worried, because we know, i’m with you in a dream, we don’t buddy up, like astravas, from the memory of the vision has not gone away. don’t steal your dreams, don’t trust your future!

we will not sustenate like astrava. the evil eye did not pass over us, do not rob, in our sleep, and in a dream, if you were unfaithful,

do not rob, in our sleep.

honored ensemble of the republic of belarus, belarusian state ensemble "pesners". and right now, dear friends, our slavic express train made a stop at one of the most important pages in the history of the past of belarus. liberation of belarus from the nazi invaders. this year the whole country is celebrating its eightieth anniversary. this is a holiday that concerns absolutely every belarusian family. in heaven, in heaven. the dawn lit up in the sky,

we parted with you, we parted with you, at the end of the day, we didn’t see our dreams, we sang the letters to me, at the table. the dawns grew drowsy, we did not watch our dreams, we did not sing songs, and the zuriati fell asleep.

“wait for me, and i’ll come back, just wait, wait until it’s cool!” yellow rains, wait for the snow, wait for the heat, wait for the roofs to not wait for them. then having forgotten yesterday,

the mother is tired because i am not there, let friends. they get tired of waiting, sit by the fire, drink bitter wine, in remembrance of their souls, wait back with them.

it is impossible to understand those who are in need, who are in the midst of the fire, the waiting, the near-layer.

soloists of the mariinsky theater natalya pavlova and andrey sterov. as many front-line soldiers wrote, it was the feeling of support from loved ones that gave strength and brought victory closer, our next song this is exactly what it is about, about love, which helps you win. on stage, honored artist of the republic of belarus, ruslan alekhno.

hit with direct fire. like a machine gun, tearing out the throat, shot at the boat, scattered to shreds, blue eyes, flooded the field, scarlet dew, pine trees dressed up, in a red sundress,

the wind burned with pain, the tran was dying, waiting for me, beloved, waiting for me home, here is my family , here is my home, here is my beloved, here is my home, i will return alive, i will return home, flocks of 47 strikos flew in, pouring blood on the wings of the birches, kites without wings beat at random, the city turned into red-cheeked, a field of

riches stirred. eston, russian feast, salty shoulder straps, my beloved is waiting for me, my home is waiting for me, here is my family, here is my home, here is my beloved, here is my home, i will return alive. i will return home, the frost will be covered with ash in the morning. time has come to a standstill, hidden in a hollow, saturated with pain, rusty

earth, fallen from the sky, a child’s tear, waiting for me, my beloved, waiting for me to go home, here is my family, here is mine. home, here is my beloved, here is my home, i will return alive, i will return home, my beloved is waiting for me, my beloved is waiting for me, here is my family, here is my home, here is my beloved, here is mine! dear home, i will return alive, i will return home

when the last heroes of... dear eternity leave, we will open the book of memory, destinies will come to life again, on every page we live, a unique spring, the faces of heroes look at us. and names rush into the soul, remember, while you live, people, remember, for your happiness, your

youth, their life, their youth is the price, remember, the heroes are alive. people, remember, heroes are alive, people, remember, while their names are heard, eyes, eyes pierce the years, unconquered eyes. in them is the honor and courage of the people, and a mother’s tear, the voice

of the heart sounds in batom, preserve your homeland and peace, and tell your children more often who blessed them with life, remember, while people live, remember, for your happiness, your youth, their life , their son's youth, 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 youth. remember, heroes are alive, fierce, remember, heroes. you people remember, while

their names are being shouted, remember, honored artist of the republic of belarus, victoria oleshka. ay, are you okay? thank you. let's look at rtr. this weekend i will go to my mother for a blessing. you? i'm after you. behind me. you had a bird in your hands. ruslan, give you a stray pilot. heart, not stone.

now i'm yours. wife, and i am your husband, if there is happiness, then there is always the fear of losing it, blood, not water, i want to confess something to you, your pregnancy is at least 12 weeks old, your whole life is in shambles, i have only one night, let's spend it together, fifth blood type from monday, on rtr, here people of different professions and animals of different breeds are waiting for you, but they have one thing in common: sincere strong friendship. love the white fluffy one. i said, i want a white cat, here they come, oh, you ’re good, to pet the stubborn one, he loves to grab, tame. mustache, voice, voice,

give me your paw, give me your paw, well done, well done, warm up a stray, a parrot flies from the sky onto my shoulder, the stars are ready to do anything for their beloved pets, where are you flying, after the performance, you’re in a hurry, that’s it, guys, i have to feed the hamster, you’re in a circle of friends, in a circle. friends, a program for the whole family, on saturdays on rtr, you just caught a criminal, you are an extraordinary person, even your wife admits it, look at rtr, the whole city knows, kostyukov is getting a divorce, our district police officer will become free, not free, but mine, i give 3 months

for the parties to reconcile, what? i decided now or never, a real woman will never become an ex, i will return him to raya, and he will be happy about it, well then i have nothing to lose, oh, raya knows everything, you won’t leave me now because of this, or will you? continuation, watch on monday on rtr. i love you, life. people's artist of the republic of belarus, stanislav trifonov and the dance song ensemble of the russian army named after alexandrov, head of the ensemble, artistic director, honored artist of russia

regiments. i love you, life, which in itself is not new, i love you, life, i love you again and again, here we go back. rot, i ’m tired of walking with work, i love your life, and i want you to become better, i’ve been given a lot, the expanse of the earth, the plain of the sea, i have known

for a long time, selfless male friendship is the title of every day, how happy i am that i have no sweat... sweat, i have love, life, you know what it is, call every day like me i’m happy that there is no restlessness, i have love, you know life, what it is, that’s how the nightingales sing, the twilight of a kiss at dawn and the pinnacle of love, this is a miracle, the weak children,

we will go through them again, childhood, youth, stations, stoops, will be in. sounds, then everything will repeat again from the beginning, oh, how the waters fly, we we are sad in the seat, noticing, life you remember, soldier, who died protecting you, like the face and peaks... in the trumpet sounds of the spring anthem, i love you life, i hope that it is mutual!

so rejoice in the difficult sounds of the spring anthem, i love you life, i hope that this is mutual. the next number is a song created at the intersection of two genres: a song exploring how two popular artists with completely different audiences can

create a real hit and unite everyone with their creativity. this is definitely worth learning, right now on our stage mikhail shefutinsky and miya boyka will perform their hit. answer, i got into life, i’m meditating on the heart of feelings back, i remember the days of love for the day, your twenty-fifth glance, washed the evening in the waist. where may love lie, and the month in a blue jacket, looked with a cloud, leave lipstick on your cheek, it’s on your heart, love hangs by

a thread, but you and i are close, put lipstick on your brush, let your lips be cold. the night shines on the descendant, today we are close, say it to your face, ask a question, i am killed by jealousy, the board has burned through love, your eyes are screaming at explosion, frozen day on a leash, at dusk for... down and the night with the moon in short draw their sketch, leave lipstick on your cheek, beat off the heart, love is in the balance, but you and i

are close, leave lipstick on your cheek, let your lips be cold, let the night freeze on the pavement. today we are close, close, we have come. leave lipstick on your cheek, stop on your heart, love hangs by a thread, but you and i are close, leave lipstick on your cheek, let your lips be cold, night is on the ceiling, today we are...

on our stage is the russian national ballet castrama!

friends, welcome taisti pavaliy to the stage, i am in tears of happiness. i’m hiding, my tears are you, the feeling is richer every day, i found the source of love, look into the eyes, please , love has warmer eyes, if you want to command at night, i’m on duty at the door, look into my heart,

heart a home for love, even with snow you can warm up in a house where there is free snow. you can warm up if you are in the house, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, i will tell you a secret, my karma is you, quench my thirst with hope, i found the palace of love, look into mine heart, heart to... for love, you can even warm yourself with snow in the house where you are, you can warm yourself with snow if you are in the house, look into my heart, heart is a home for love, love,

you can warm yourself with snow if you are in the house you, look into... into my heart, heart, home for love, look into my heart, heart, home for love, you can even warm yourself with snow, you can warm yourself in the house where you are, you can warm yourself with snow if you are in the house, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, you can warm yourself even with snow, in a house where... you, you can warm yourself in the snow if you are in the house, look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, look into my network, look into my death,

look into my heart, the heart is a home for love, a home for love, bravo, thank you, thank you, viteg , thank you slavic bazaar, thank you my beloved belarus, my place of power, i give you a blast, thank you very much, taisiya pavaley, why don’t you go to bed, but where? we’re looking at this on rtr, there are no results, efimovich, sazonov promised to personally take the gang with his bare hands, where the zone is getting worse, svetlana, let me see you tomorrow invite you to a restaurant, okay, death's head, death's head, where is it now, maybe the artist collected all the loot and

whistled to hell, artist, we'll watch the continuation on monday on rtr. there are places that fascinate, because they are part of the cultural code, because they have power, beauty and history, conquer, ritual is ready, explore, nature, mother, dear, simply incredible beauty, you already understand what the vietnamese’s favorite means of transportation is , there are 10 million moped drivers here. taste it! oh, my eyes run wild, like everything else tasty. as my mother says, you'll lose your mind. this world is worth seeing. snake charmers are the oldest profession in india. they say that a properly made bukhara knife became a real

amulet for its owner. a secret to the whole world. on saturday. on rrt, love is when you look in one direction, look, look, look, you want to look, look, let's look, look, well, look at the screen, look at me, takes it out, look, look, agreement, sign, we sign at the same time two, three, subscribe let's look, look, maybe we can go to my place? just watch a movie, i want to eat lamprey, i cook well, but it’s not tasty, you killed me without a fork, you said it at all. gently, well, take my heavy bags, instead of beer i suddenly switched to kefir, through the lobby

with songs to the magicians, a parade of humor, on sunday on rtr. people's artist of russia, alexander buinov. in a slow circle the melting sadly performs a dance near the ground, the leaves burn without regret, even

when the summer time has not passed, but they managed to serve before they fell like nooses on the sand, themselves, fall, fall, fall, fall, well , let it be a transparent light, and let it be a transparent light, in memory, in memory, memory, in memory, of those who are not around today, once again, fall, fall, fall, fall vistya, well , let it be a transparent light, with me just in memory, in memory, in memory in memory of the fox. those who are not around today,

time flies inexorably, but people do not have such a prayer, so that even for a moment. to stop the flow of short years, and we are in a hurry, we lose friends, but still do not have time to live, lead by example, we could probably teach, falls, falls, falls, falls everywhere, well, let the light be more transparent.

today there is no one nearby, now the shanovnye silvers are ready to strike. vitensky choir fall, fall, fall, fall, further riots, well, let it be a transparent

light, let it be a transparent light, of memory, memory, memory, of those who are not around today, and again. well... let it be a transparent light, let it be a transparent light, in memory, in memory, in memory in memory of faces, those who are not around today, those who, hey, everyone who is not around today, thank you.

thank you, well done, may the republic prosper belarus, and many summers, president, now before you will appear an artist who came out of... sleep back in 1992, since then the love of the audience becomes more and more every year, stronger and stronger, meet the stage of the people's favorite, well-deserved artist of the republic of belarus, alexander soladukha, vitemsk, good evening, together with me, yes

, above! launches the night into the sky, the lunar disk touches the starry heights, the trembling of eyelashes, a drop of tears cannot warm a dream, i catch your desires in the light, we will be together, i know people like you you don’t howl, people like me don’t get lost. we will be together, i know, we will be together, i know, there are no people like you, i don’t lose people like you, we will be together, i know, and also, more, guys, like this, higher. a drop of rain will wash away

our sadness, you are not with me today, well , let the morning call steal the dawn, you and i have hundreds of years ahead, we will be together, i know there are no others like you, like me. i know we will be together, i know we will be together, i know there are no people like you, people like me are not lost, we will be together, i know where you are, i can’t hear you, and also

cooler, but imagine that dynamo minsk scored a goal against the moscow spbarnak, we will be together, i know, there are no people like you, i don’t lose people like you, we will be together, i know, we will be together, i know there are no people like you like me... they don’t get lost, we will be together, i know we will be together, i know there are no people like you, people like me are not lost, we will be together, we will be together , friends, happiness, health, good luck, love

, long live slavic bazaar 2024, i love you, another one is celebrated in 2024 significant date: 25 years.

oh, how quiet it is in the morning, and the fog falls on the tricks, the water in the krynitsa is so cold, there are cornflowers in the dew near the water, the sky is clear. i am far away, the gray clouds have been carried away by the wind, here the belarusian lakes are radiant crystal echoing the whispers of the russian birches, we have one destiny, in

our unity the light is strength together shoulder to shoulder year after year, every year... good afternoon, getting closer, belarus with russia, together one, our great people, from the altai snow-capped mountains and the mighty siberian forests, and the belarusian fields to the blue lakes, our echo sounds votes. our friendship has a high flight, no one will ever interrupt it, before the ringing of the bell rings honey in my soul, strength is the eternal motherland,

we have one destiny, in our unity there is light and strength, together shoulder to shoulder, year after year. belarus russia together is one great people of ours.

there are no more beautiful belorussian fields and endless bast fields in russia; there are no shallows in the world of these very dear ones. shores, the morning to meet the godly dawn, to spend near the temples themselves, these not reserved covenants are not lost here to the soul , glory, we have one word, in our unity light and strength, together shoulder to shoulder after year god.

people's artist of russia, grigory lep. the song by mikhail gutseriev is a rather complex work. before i pester you like an idiot, i will ask,

in advance, give it, in front of him, no need to think about... he loves us, he will add a day to the redemption. why, abandoning myself for nothing, i live for myself, i imagine myself, my hope has sank greatly, every year it simply doesn’t exist. but don’t touch

your soul, with dirty hands, don’t take the paths of another, i’m on the fence with dead lips. i was looking for support from the teaching of the prophet, through time, memory has power. forgetting

about the fields of bats, the dead trees are knocking on the heart, blue-winged birds, repeating that loyalty and love are one, do not touch the soul, with dirty hands. no, no luck, because there is no other friend, i was in the backyard, with dead lips, i was looking for support, i taught the prophets.

don’t touch your soul with dirty hands, don’t pick it up. that without another way, i am on the margins, with dead lips, i was looking for support, consider the prophet, i am on the margins with dead lips,