and we stood on the dark false, black night, 22 not on the drunkards near both kalachinsky district,other of the groom, after the departure of the matchmakers, the road was tied up with everything that the stumps have. and a chocola, a broom at our studio-indicators at a close bundle to stick over the creation of new weakenings for a folk song, the composer sergei sukhomlyan from the stall of angelina peter and i called the youngest. and what, i'll get a galishka? and uh, that i’ll get a cripple angelina, i know that you often visit mexico, you work, and there and there , what is so attractive in our belarus. and you know, since childhood , we, grandparents from the ivatsevichi region, came to me with love, and to belarusian traditions to belarusian folklore, my grandmother told many interesting stories, how they were newbies and the songs they sang. and how they baked loaf and sang a lot of songs, and they play the harmonica with their grandmother with their grandfather. unfortunately no longer. with us, but with us remains, uh, the whole story and everything that she gave me. i thi