galubok is secret, i quickly understand. you get out of the way, stopping them is possible only through powerful experiences. hai heta budze eternal baratsba pamіzh chistіnya i ponds, holy. and tsemray, mr. surynta, from the same name galubka, such a berry, that already zhah byare, and then there will be retribution, at the hand of the mstsіўtsya there is a sharp knife, sapraudny, a blow at the very heart, surynta is sitting on the padlog, on the porridge right step on chervonaya plyama , the public of ledz do not ruin the pride of the nation, first of all, no one understands that instead of cover, crane juice is extremely important. covered and... esthetes covered, primordial, naturalistic, washed and velma zhorstka. the galubok is parirava, the stink of the ugamlitse is almost dead. so, why don’t anyone papakae for geta autara? the theater's performances in minsk were sold out. the prakurana workers' club in ukraine had about a thousand chalaveks, but the galubka getag was small. and he grew up because the corpse was sent

uladzisla galubok would be intellectuals in the first place, especially at the hands of baranavich.ya - geta davoli vyalikaya veska. and then in 1882 chylunachny paustanak strima khatami. one of them lived i am the assistant of machinist yazep golub. there the light of the feather appears, uladzik. kali’s father came from the father of slesar and deppo, and moved to minsk. the blue ones lived in wealth and domineering without trouble, and the pakul did not suffer from tragedy. kali and ladzik turned 13, her father was shot on the streets by some gangsters. in the hands of the mother, a young man was found, the eldest son was forced to quit his studies and work as a farmer, either as a seller at the edge, or as a pear. a penny grabbed a khiba on a hedgehog, but one day the lad was able to scrape a ticket at the garad theater, of course, himself tanns to the gallery. good luck. uladzislava galubka. the honor of may was drawn onto the curtain, behind which lay something new, something unknown. tretsi signaled the curtain on the hell, the artist passed me by. words, joya. that day is ch