i took on this work marya vishaulyanka.s on these months of oak roofs, on them the handbrake, the jumpers are new, and that old man suddenly appears, the pestilence subsides. scenes, and from these hours there are hundreds of roofs, like sleep in the abductor. of course, i’m fond of the forest, and if i had been in a hurry to go anywhere for the meat, i wouldn’t have done this, because i feel all the punishments that are troubling me, and i know, but i remember a couple of joys ў з mayo the top, not dziva, that the birds, the birds... the light is flying in the spring, pinsk summer. trokhpavyarkhovy ptushyn katedzh tsi buslyanka - geta hello s sami. sudau kinkavich. trokhpavyarkhovy bird cartage care for the route thread. vandrouki welcomes you to our visit to the pinsk region. on the first and other pavers the quaters of verab'i rise. and the vuslys are now in the know at the resort. you and i are marching on the streets of yakub kolas. you know, that's more than 100 years ago. on the streets of the pakroa church service a

marya vishaulyanka was responsible for this work.he wound pasted on these months of oak roofs, and the handle has new jumpers. and it was not without reason that the sea of ​​​​skatsina appeared. and yes, these hours , there are a lot of heta... trokhpavyarkhovy bird katedzh care for... yakub kolas, who died more than 100 years ago, on the streets of pakrovskaya tsarkov for... the service of your youth, the jumping mentor of kanstancin mikhailavich mitskev ich. aisha does not just serve, he sleeps there with the king’s choirs, where he takes care of the end of the teaching of the nyasvskaya seminars, he gives a note book and darechs, yashche and books on the skryptsy. that's it, and there, as the first sustrev of igo in pinkavich, i jumped from the task. i love kolas since the day of my life. kali іdzem and tsarkvas, pkrava of the holy bagarodzitsa, in which the sleeping royal choir of kastantsin mikhailavich, kastyantsin mikhalavich packs the goodness of pinkavich. it was not only yakub kolas and louis who left our pinkavichs behind