at the time, iren bigle horde was kabetai with character. yana pastavila on french ears. the smoke-filled scandal, the hell of the former couple was executed for the stupid adchapizza. the gentry of the past have been exhausted for a hundred years from scratch, neither at home nor at home. the dear varatsevichs are sad. even if you jump back, jump back. ale yon abraў inshi variyant. i had an idea, to visit our right-hand wife, which i give to our dear father, but who is so little known to our friends. in the cold couple, the horde pratsava to the governors at the rich tokens, and the fly vandraws on the weights and meats of the former the vyalika principality and carefully painted everything that was hidden behind it: the ruins of the castle, the old temples, the family houses of the lithuanian families. straightening up in the corners of the rutse, i paint the rashtki. our famous people , we know the light in the air in the past, the long-awaited births have died down or faded away in weakness, the great powers have scattered among friends, the price of the pastoral land