serving, and here in 1940 others didn’t jog, acre pits forty minutes from where it was a sand pit, at novokul stood raspberry houses tatar gardens. it ’s to take it with your nose, whistling it like i’m passing through, and climb up from this place, then you will reduce the area of \u200b\u200bthe anniversary. it's a sealant. you are such districts of our city of minsk because this square begins with its face, rakovskaya, which was inhabited by mortars. in these quarters she died with the passage of the german fascist occupiers in 1941 and the terrible and tragic side of the biography of the meat reystvo, the minsk yeta, repented. today, in order to see the state of affairs in this place of the visitor, 27 bronze figures are asked to disappear at once, 17 misdemeanors perched at the pit on a sokovitsky day in 1942, i have come to the edge of the 5,000 euro minsk at the jewish tradition. that's how i would not turret in lynxes. can you pawn the pearl of the children, pesniorovskaya? why images? which ones have not yet been born to a woman, which ones with their children at once? i will only