church of the saint. mikalaya, published in 1818 by the myastsov gentry, shchytom.ple was built on kurgan in the myastsovsky palyashutsky style, its finial sign dates back to 1876, when the tent-roofed church was installed. let's trap and unicalnaga pryrodnaga ab'ekta, kalodzeja karalevy bones forsa, vyadomaga yašče z 16 stagodzia. housewife, can you hear that the state is coming to us, the vadut bush. oh, the saint is already dry, we are pasturing the bush on the white. for a moment, i want to run and splatter like rain. the light of the sun, and how our life is formed from these fractions, we want to look at these light for our own sake, and our skin. advertising is nothing new for ourselves, it’s so good for us, because we work for it with anyone, with anyone and belarus. would have bulged magutny ў prastory susveta. stykhiya agnu naradzila of the planet. and the darkness of the meeting with the saint, and the sun of the earth, gasped with a chick. kasmichny, narrowly falling on the palesse , and the edge of the life-giving lid, with which you can drink everythin

for the abras of saint mikalaya, a hanging lamp with engraving, worn by mikalai ii.h, half of the polinilka lived there, the dyauchina lived there, the black shaver itself. oh, 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 c