to a tip in their passport by the children, the lad, and rubbing the aushkins of the trouble, oleg golubok maruas ill. from the repertoire was the problem of belarusian plays, rejected not for a year. dove said overgrown, we'll write or toral filled up the corpse with their plays. first there were comets, then the drama, slashed under the weaving, revolution, kohanya turma and cut the triple death of the hungry hero in our hiba will leave the storyline or reach it, and the buoy further praised the haste of yesterday's locksmith grew up to create his own theater. yagoni had no show, no bottle, no actor, no scenery. oleg hibar is a great pie. yes, performances can be played at working clubs, and just at a risky selection of plays, write the scenery yourself, paint so props call from neighbors to rare victory shadows. cut them down, their slim ones artists, so nyuta’s 16-year- old stefasta was consumed by the corpse, the future legend of the stage debited from her and the learned soldier nester sokolovovsky , being a composer, an outer of belarusian alyona aypersh, a ruler, dragged his family at t