rygor vitkoўski pisaў mensk 60s, there is such a welcome exhibition for those who work, study and liveapital during that period. crazy, these sunny days in minsk are happy, tsudoўny, but in the works of vitkoўskag is not a gimmick of prospectus, but a whole lot of harrassment. the guards of the lethal race and the carcinas, many from minsk at the sight of marriage on the skates and the tall ones huddled on the sidewalks, they would have recognized themselves, their fathers, and all this male post, that the hell of a nepagadzi in the vosinsky park, yana uvogule known to the museum of light, and ford is torn apart, like the most beautiful classic hell of belarusian graphics, and in the image of a stranger, our own, everyday philosophy of spring, cold, and we know. and skin adzino, you know, i know what happened at this exhibition, you feel the pain of those bastards, you feel those little fists that were in minsk, that minsk, which we don’t even know in the present day, not that we have forgotten, ale yon yes, we are, and he gave us such instructions that we perceive the insides of this