won’t allow you, i have a charm, i have a charm, our gistarychny excursion in the past year prudok mazyrskaga5 there was no school here, most letters. lichy ivan mazanovic, he brought from the war books that he read from his home adnavya. the largest possible peasants hired for their the son of the mother-in-law, the daughter-in-law, did not think about studying, since they were treated on the right by a gaspadarkai. after learning the lesson, the institute paid for a ruble, for two or three pounds of bulbs, for a pound of grain, hell was harvested during the winter, and this and the same food, the padruchniks of the crimea paid hell to the sir, which is how the training is done. and now i ’m singing to you a song that my grandmother, matulya, sang when we wandered through the forests, kalupel. unnoticed, unnoticed, years pass by, unnoticed, unnoticed, years pass by, oh, i don’t know, i don’t know, my father, old people, like an ancestor, like great-grandfather, the years are small, like a sustrel piled the years on... on the stone bridge , the may year has come, although the sight has passed