listen, well, i looked from the side ilya dmitry yulia yes, yes, i looked from the side, but a little of some observation of my own, yes, with my hands. this, probably, can be watched somewhere in archival records. uh, announcers on belarusian television. previously, they sat exactly the same way, but the program is fun. and in addition to everything, and about those who leave. that is, we are all exactly, that is , the intonation is not highlighted, as if such paragraphs, that is, they were welcomed, and then, and now who leaves reported it. that is, i want some kind of game, and also to voice or face and hands, somewhere to be indignant, somewhere to rejoice , somewhere to be joyful. this is so generally a super voice and hmm everything is beautiful. i hope they are colleagues. thank you, yes. good luck to you. well, what are we going to work? publican tatars belarusian dramaturgy and knew to demand it as an italian giulia. what an alpine ballad escaped from the fascist concentration camp at once with the byelorussian ivan, the tickets are sold out , the full hall staggers. journali