let's go on an expedition in the corners of our ukraine, lipskov one of the most distant from the regionalvozka of the lyakhovets region, we follow the history of a peculiar name, but would have been shoushen yards. zazvychay elected only one of the hutts and got along, there feasts and cheerful revelry dances songs, and let the gentleman say a word, i allow what your hachi can do. i am a great christmas tree, while happiness is for joy , the smoke of strength for health. on tv channel belarus twenty-four you have a lot of poems about love, does this mean that the poet must constantly fall in love? well, yes well, yes, of course, if you tell your adults, i won’t say that, well, that, let’s say, i fall in love, often i like some, and i’m with more, maybe even just boiled them, because you admire. i am a bridge thief, so to speak, and in youth, of course, i was a man, so to speak. and i'm healing. i already said in an interview myself a long time ago that a poet is for everything. you will run to be an lcd and, as this is the need for constant love, it somehow reflects the whole family life.