here from mikalayevshchyna, from the neighboring weights, there were known, relatives, here he was theo learn here, were trained pilots. here yashche hella hut melted, zhili workers, old hut, gonta slaves, gonta, here it is, dakhi cover, and there each on. for a long time the literature was written, so all the experiences of these workers, what the hell for the letara, the yana pit was disintegrated, then the yashche hell, the yashche hell for the letara, all the way the lethars learned, and then we say that the sklassts of this li there was a lot of containers and warehouses. who knows, magchyma, if i didn’t live with a swallow, yakub kolas would have grown up completely different, but menavita is here as a slave to his first generations and learned martyrs. and here they lived happily, and walked with yakov, the deaf and the dumb. the rose-colored adobe has filled, everything has bloomed, it has faded, for there is a creative force here, hell is the nature of the dead, the swamp has become a waste of fruits , the threshing floor has fallen over the years, and an extra penny has been