small radzima mikola gusovskaga: inyomansky region and dnyaproskiy and the villages of the belavezhskaya pushchacotton's wound is hurting my father. the burning place is a magical paradise in the vyalik principality. all the youth of the ancestral nation have cannons with bows, cannons, folk wisdom and various jumps. father's son's education , however, duremna, mikola does not apply for family rights. the old traps would be in shock, ale tatava veda spatrabyatstsa pit sweat. the lad was vabila adukatsiya. from illegal belarusian lines, mikola is cleared from krakow. vitay. yageronskiy ўniversitet, then the signs of balonskiy ўniversіtet. she is already a master of rhetoric, and in difficult times, a doctor of philosophical sciences. napevna, father's ganary is about to take off her son. ale gusowskaga pointed at radzima. yon vartaetstsa i take the pasada natarys. it’s not the same as if it’s tsikavaya, but you’re lying, you know it’s not good. and then it’s an hour away. it's been a long time already. so i would have sat down with the clerk. diving other people's papers and stuff zen, if we don’

in the foreground is belavezhskaya pushcha, the berezensky nature reserve and pripitsky park.eekend in japanese style and experience the magic of oriental colors in botanical gardens. an exhibition was opened in the garden, where a variety of ikibans, original compositions from living plants and dried flowers were presented. the exhibition will be complemented by monochrome paintings in the sumie style. the authors filled the spirit of nature with black ink and filled their creations with life. our painting is sumie, the main object is horizonthemes, and in general it corresponds to the theme of the exhibition of autumn colors, it is traditional, as it were, it turns out to be art that involves... as it were, comprehension roads of flowers, relatively speaking, that is, we try to comprehend, as it were, the soul of a flower, to express, as it were, all the hidden potencies of a flower, that is, through line, through color , we express all this, guests of the exhibition will meet with masters of art and kibana, they will talk about the origins and foundations of style, distinct

regions of present-day belarus: the neman region, the dnyaprosk region and the villages of the belavezhskaya pushcha the father in the baking bath, without the magic of paradise in the vyalik principality. all of the youth of the nation were born with cannons, bows, cannons, folk wisdom, and various jumping machines. father's son's son prauda, ​​durhamna, mikola does not apply for family law. the old traps would have been in shock, but the tatava vedas would save the pit in the sweat. the boy was hired by adukatsiya. from illegal belarusians lyasov mikola is heading to krakow. vitay egilonskiy universitet. then the signs of the balonsky university. she is already a master of rhetoric, and in difficult times, a doctor of philosophical sciences. napevna, father ganarya. it’s not the same, if it’s too much, you’ve got a lot of knowledge, but here’s an hour later , for five decades already, so i’d be sitting at the office, sorting through other people’s papers, and the end of the day, if it’s not always the case bench, like the scale of the yago talent, drawn from the sumnag of the office, showing the l

belovezhskaya pushcha, yours is incomprehensible, centuries-old cave, belolazhskaya pushcha, belavezhskaya pushchathe river has already melted, and so that i will understand that i am hovering over the abyss, one of my friends is always luring me, friend. spiritual friend, you are not around, emptiness squeezes my chest, we should all always be in love for each other, in the likeness of the creator, i will not forget your power of good, although fate separated us even then, we will not part, i hope never. in our unity is our strength as a creator, give me, give me, night, what a night, the light seems to be better. tanning candles, life has passed like a day, but has not passed, fatigue, vanity, i want to rejoice in the stars under the moon, i want to understand why i live on earth, i ask god to save my friends, i want to work and raise my children, there is joy in life we are on a path in which there is no turning back, brother. don’t forget, when we are together in freedom without barriers, i will bow my head low, i will express to him my narrow need , i have no doubt that he will understand me,