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dzyauchynka was named pradslavai. rurykavich's blood was flowing in my veins. usyaslav charadzey. dzyadulem pa matsi, uladzimir manamah himself. the princely family of svyataslav and safia pershyntsa had a lot of happiness, where they did not honor their great glory. it seemed that the forest of the peasants was written in advance: luxurious and trouble-free life. but instead , when walking around with patched clothes, the princess spent an hour with a book. i seized the life of christ, i myself am the greatest saint. words the gospels filled the thirsty soul with an unwashed holiness, which came out of the sky. as soon as the princess turned 12, her father started looking for her fiancé. dzyauchyna is jumpy, intelligent, joyful. hell, there was no candidate, but pratslav showed his character, i won’t get married, and kropka. for that, yana said: “i will be a manahine.” goodbye khristovay. spyarsha tata vyrashyў, shto geta dzyavochy whim. anything memorable is the savory herbs and soft honeydew, the urchin and the dried lava. finally, the dacha disappeared. all