maxim osipov, greetings. in order to take a short excursion into the past together, i recently leafediles of republican newspapers thirty years ago for the year ninety-four, and how the silt from the bottom of the disturbed lake rose from the depths of memory and swirled in it all the rot, rust, melancholy, hopelessness of that democratic, as some sigh today time. even the one who opened the first in issue ninety-four belarusian newspapers' new year's greetings from the speaker of the supreme council came out under a completely uncelebratory atmosphere. hats, 1994 should be the last difficult year of reforms; people simply won’t be able to live like this any longer. one of the newspapers in the new year's issue on the front page placed an advertisement for kryzl cars for $24,000, for a country in which a salary of $20 a month was already not bad, and $30 was a luxury, and stated a day later: prices are going crazy, factories are falling apart, you overflowing with slides, the carol cup will be surrendered to the people. it is enough to skim the headlines alone to... understand the dep