we are returning from the akhramautsa braslau district here to the capital city.ss the faithful of the religious denominations celebrated the holidays in vyalikdzen. happy day, seven days. in the post, it was possible to eat various herbs, but traditionally , there was a red egg, salt and vegetable juice, and of course, at the huts of the family and friends. in different regions such houses were called: valachobnikas, galikalniks, valunikas, palms, dollhouses. and in the studio , the recording again adapts the folk song, campsite sergei sukhamlin and the hibernator and the tv broadcaster. nastya krauchanka, why did i yago padmyata?, padmyata zevanka, padmyata, yes that's how little ivanechka is, who is i breathing, ivanechka, ivanya , little ones, i am myself. okay, unusual, somehow, somehow tenderly, it seems to me that this is completely out of character for you, what kind of singer do you imagine yourself to be, what genre? i want to be different, i want to change, i want to always experiment, i want to go out there and sing some strong songs, and then go out a

legend of the city of braslau region, this time the right of the lake.tting dirty. following this legend, there is a certain horde of kryzhakov, tempered by endless water expanses and noises. i fell asleep and were full of meat-frying cravings, and in my hour of sleep they were famous for crayfish, they were given to the attention of the prussian gourmets, but for the 20-year-old for centuries, the merchants did not take away their orders, and the fishermen threw the dead crayfish back to the lake, grazing the crayfish they no longer had. thank you for the good table, for the good mood! yes, and all the cares, holy sunshine, they played music for us, i want to be on the edge, and i don’t let go, i guess good luck, gela. in principle, we did our job very well, i think the viewer will appreciate it, appreciate it, hopefully, tell me how you worked on the song, well, you know, this is just the case when - in principle, i don’t i was working, i just somehow felt it, probably very important for such songs, if we are talking about what we touch, but some ethni

the spring at the rally of ksenia khomchanka, and new spatkanne, praz tydzen, paedzem at drysvyaty braslau, in the spring narali, there were cranes walking, oh-li, oh-li, oh-lyuli, there were cranes walking, torturing a crane at your crane, oh-li, oh-li, oh-lu-li, at your crane, you are my carcass, like a molded ralia, oh-li, oh-li, oh-lu-li, like a molded ralia, oh, oh, oh, in the autumn life, in the spring shanitsa, oh-li, oh-li, oh-lu-li, on the spring shaniku, the men gathered and talked. and the first wife is like the little eye in the sky, oh-li, oh-li, oh-lyuli, like the little eye in the sky, and the other little lady is like the little bee in the sky, oh-li, oh-li, oh-oh, i’m did as it’s been a long time since you held a book in your hands, flipped through page after page, greedily devouring every word, of all manifestations of human creativity... the most amazing and worthy of attention are books. the thoughts of past times live in books. people's voices can be heard clearly and distinctly. everything that humanity has accomplished has been preserved, as if by magic, on the pages

nyashmat was obsessed with the troops of braslau, because of the hair that was left behind, since mostr, and gave birth to the occupied temple. adbyvaetstsa geta from 1603 to 1606 reptiles, laid out for the vyalikag principality of lithuania. it's not easy for belarusian lands, geta pachatak 17 hectares . i'm going sluggish. how many wars there are in the territories of belarus this hour, not simple palitichnye stanіshcha adbіvaetsya in the way of life of extraordinary people, in your face and because our products are building a temple. and the temple, the house of god, the thoughts are not only for the months of malitva, but for the months of paratunka, for people searching for the hets of paratunak, and for the hour of change, the change is thick, the city of the city is changing, and tsa is dense on the architecture, the languid kolkasts of the budynka is a strachvae pile of feathered lynxes, new ones are coming, and there are still fires, different cataclysms, wars and every time temples announcement, all this adbіvaetstsa i... at the beginning of the 17th century on our lands ther