there are lakes in braslavshchyna. blue like the early sky, which is right in the forest, at the beginningawns, the washing of creatures and light, and the fall of troubles, the accumulation of azers of enchantment. woven, smiling at the sunshine, you look at it yourself and never from the sea, the bottom, which is gilded, the bottom and bottom of them are endless, accumulated azers, like not a big one. so much so and i want to sustrezza, no matter what the stars, mountains, seas, and the azeri have never forgotten, my dear. petrus brouka. strong among the strongest and of high quality, this is a city within a city, this is one family, very competent people work here, there is enough work, there is a lot of work, every profession deserves its respect, there is no time for slow dancing, we must move forward, territory action, creativity and creation. a place of concentration of intellect and golden hands, an industrial metropolitan location where respect for its own production legends is cultivated and a technological future is welcomed, this is a domestic giant, one of the most recognizabl