music by the young belarusian handsome composer evgeniy oleynikov to the poems of a new belarusian poetess, a stranger right at the market, he gave people happiness just like that, the whole world stood in line. some carried a basket, some carried sacks, and then ran through the apartments, carrying the burden of happiness to the races, but how much was given, and just a little, so that the table would be set, and the wife would smile, the sons would respect. the grandchildren loved my daughters to follow me for advice, the right side, the left half, sorted out happiness in 3 minutes, thinking that they had stocked up for future use. when people returned home, they each looked into their bags, they were angry that hour, in vain i had to drag a heavy load, there was a white piece of paper lying there, happiness in life must be earned. belarus, but how much is needed, but just a little so that the table is set, and the wife is happy, the sons respect, the grandchildren love, so that the daughters come to me for advice. oh, but how much does it take, but just a little , so that the table is s