oh, half of the polinilka lived there, the dyauchina lived there, the black shaver itself.h, yes, oh, yes, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, oh, yes, there ’s a life there, a lifeless sting, the blackfly itself, there ’s a life there, a whole sleep, a lad from the edge, delicious food for all the world , oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, oh, yes. oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, oh, yes, the lad was traveling from ukraine, i’m taking off my hat, already such glory, let’s go to the little town that the daughter-in-law, a cossack, embroidered a shirt, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, oh, yes, what. i hung a shirt on a cossack’s shirt, i left it further, i went to the center of the country , 305 kilometers away, from the pinkavichy side of the pinsk region. what’s more important than us here are the charming cabets and their husbands from the folk amatar folklore-ethnographic kalect of krynitsa and abavyazkov, let’s visit the old-timers of the world , but now it’s time to leave the cold yu gukazapisu. there, i’ll guess, they’re playing over the folk song recorded by the dz