myane xyudsovnets on geta myasin , dza prochet mae dzetva, i am not the magician praopusitz for a day messa, here it was my dzyanism, my hut dzeda, may babushki, places, dza hata stayal, uspamyna, how we extracted from fears and drank honey. they were called zalepanki, geta ў the charming bees deposited honey, and we extracted, rad, this is the meat that i rejoice at, the ancestors, the living mai, that were plowed in these cemeteries, where the storks returned, most of the time, on every house there were kubla, and tsaper here are the time stalbs ...