pavel fedaravich zamchalkin. 29 bastards shtodzionna, not gledzyachy. not in any courtyard, pavel fedorovichand gives himself away. such a bathing garden will keep you safe for the whole day. residents of ancient grodno gathered on the banks of the nemat. they were waiting for an amazing free spectacle. marji are a desperate people, not a selfless one. centners of the most varied fish fall from the water blocks of the lake. and the sun is shining, the people are sailing into the streets, and the wind chimes are far away in the winter, the hike, the race in minsk , the wound was removed, the sleeping prayer on the skating rink, the knitted felt boots were carefully knitted. this winter's evenings are full of ice and snow, and my thoughts are rushing, cheerful and joyfully clear. during my coaching career, i have visited almost all the world championships. the distant seventies, here in raubichi there was practically nothing, two wooden springboards like this for a children's sports school, well, they built a ski track, in general, here you have a track, well... they entrusted the soviet union