aliaksandra, mabytsa, cried all her tears, and here comes the hell out of hell. at the top.e, i love you too i’m afraid, since i kiss you every day, night and morning, and day and night. passed away from school, stanislava paspashy and kahanay. i love you so much that i didn’t give a damn, being my son-in-law, i’m out of my mind. if at that time the right books would have been found, the meat frames would have killed manyushka in a few minutes. arganist, campasitar, teacher, arganist of musical life. the little ones grazed in vilna. at mller's house. hutka and dzetsi fell, adzin after hell, and there were dozens of noises. prakarmіtsya such a here and there was right not easy, you pain, what is your profession music. manyushka gives private lessons, public collections of her rambles, and plays the argan at the local university cascade. the campsite will become more frequent and the skin of the day will be tired of it. then they sat down for the fartepian. creations were celebrated one after another, and in the evenings of love one was with the good. sing to the poets vincent

aliaksandra goitan, andrey naugarodtsau and andrey ivanenka, navinny central regions.l, this concludes our issue. and the life of the central region we will show you next sunday immediately after the noon newscast . you can also follow the central region news project on the website tvr.by and the youtube channel of the television news agency. well now, all the best and see you later. listen, it seems to me that this dress suits me better, but everything suits you, ah, it’s a pity that we have nerds graduating in the spring, so we could go on boat rides, see the bridges being raised, but the main thing for me is to get a diploma, by the way, what are you going to wear, rit, who should i dress up for, i have andrey on an internship , dimka will probably come to you. not a fact , i told you, he rarely calls, he says there’s a lot of work, somehow this is not how i imagined it all, here you and andrey are all for real, you can see love right away, he has yes, but i accept his feelings , i can’t reciprocate, but maybe it’s necessary without all these passions. there are onl