that’s how this magileevskaya street was called, the leninskaya garadskaya street. arteryya, yakaya spaluchaekaya hell from the oldest streets of magilev. yana vyadoma yashche z 16 stagodzia. sunny here you can fuck 18-19 pabudovs, a pack of 20 hundred years. the palace of the archbishop, the building of the gymnasium, and several years ago , otta shmit studied there. budynak gallery of the national bank, there is a shmatkafe. and in the evenings on the pedestrian walk there is music, here they gather myastsovo streets artists. and at the address: leninskaya street 1a , you will know: garad town hall. the magilevskaya jumping station is working on our uvags. natalya, good day, good day, you have such a happy, extraordinary month, that we can have fun here, well, the month is right for us, all the state cities, which... the city is extremely extraordinary, and our town hall is patriarchal, bo all saprauds tsikava, what is this? and there is a museum here, a museum of nevyalikas, ale velmi tsikavas, illuminated by the magilian hour of magdamburg law, and sapraudas, and we have several great mag

there ’s a path here, but it’s kind of soft, here at palishuk’s susem it’s different, here at magileevskayais. the village is dying, but it is as they love now let’s say, atmospheric, that is , there is a very good aura, atmosphere here, there is no passable road, that is, there is no highway, that is , here is a dead-end village, and well, who are the fishermen who come, vacationers, there is no traffic flow, the second reason compared to other villages of mozersky district, here the background radiation is much lower than... in the district, well, that’s the third reason why i dropped anchor here, there’s pretty cheap housing here, but i feel good here, our family has already become completely attached to our family here, and the children are asking to come here , when we go to zhakhovischi, here i am i feel completely different, i am the master here, and there i am the iron. belarus, white people, fathers of the fantastic native land, with our shining mustaches we hack the righteous voluminous land, glory to our bright land. i send a message to the peoples of the fraternal union, our bel