albutsi, and father, dzyadzka antos, and dzetsi , brothers, sisters, kolas, all in their names, pershasad the hikes in the forest, and the familiar, i remember, dumplings on white-colored sake, and the baked bath, and the dzyadzkauchovin, which didn’t go down here on it, this is all, it’s alive. all the talk here is not for nothing, skin occupying your month and telling about your life here, this forester’s bag is so big, the forester’s bag, puglyadzitsa, yana yashche and yana yashche and fashionable at once, all this skura is all, yes this is all that has fallen, for example , kill any kind of living here we come, here we go there, like termas, bachytse, eight geta bag, geta eight with such a bag forester hadzіў at the way, all with such compasses yon hadzіў, shmat tsikavaga can be ўbachyts not only ўhatse, but i’ll call you because it’s great pile it up. the most famous ones, ours nalbutsk oaks. look, how beautiful our oaks are, the centuries-old oaks, yes, they are already several hundred years old, when my mickiewicz came here, these oaks have melted and were, and yashche... it seems