that’s all, he answered me that it needs to be buried, it needs to be buried somewhere in the mozerskye said, no, in the evening, when already... with substances, data was received about their possible use in the preparation and execution of explosions at oil refineries industry, preparation and execution of assassinations of government officials and journalists. we were told every day, well, at least twice a week, that there would be an offensive from belarus, well, i’ll crawl under the border there, get along, listen, there aren’t any tanks, then they tell us that there are tanks standing there , colonies are already roaring, there aren’t any. there is no tank , i come home, everything is fine there, no one is attacking anywhere, there were no attacks, the family returned from europe, in september of the twenty-second year, before the new year, i took the family out three times varshavka for the highway, because everyone is calling, they are coming to attack, run away, well , we’ll go with the family in the car, we’ll sit for two days, no one is advancing anywhere, we arrived back an

who come, vacationers, there is no traffic flow, the second reason compared to other villages of mozerskyrd 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 beloved mother, the hailstone of the eternal life of the blanc, our beloved, the mother of all ours. hail our bright name to the land, hail to the broler peoples. union, our beloved, mother, homeland, forever living belarus.