aliaksandra, mabytsa, has cried all her tears, you are here, let’s go to hell with the leaves, at thee you and i’m sorry, because i kiss you endlessly, night and morning, and day and night . finish your studies, stanislava paspashy and kahanay. i love my mother, i didn’t think about it, i lost my mind, being a son-in-law. if she... has a public collection of her ramblings, playing on the argan in the larger university church. campasitar would be to many vernikas and skin berries the day begins with іmsha. then they sat down for the fartepian. the creations were filled with adzin after adzin, and in the evenings of love they would go to good taverns, billiards, cards, cigars, if not robbing them and extraordinary taverns, where people gather are simple. it’s true there’s no way there. martsinkevich. for the sake of the idea of ​​creating something new, manyushka and i know from other belarusian singers, the poets vincent dunin , i’m not creating anything new, i’m inspired by the spirits of folk songs, maybe vita is so old, so old. creatives tandem 9 lyutaga 1853 in the garad theaters o