savetskaga sayuz. the archestra of the brigade in garrison divorces, rituals, ceremonies and various christmas ceremonies. the skin has been confirming its status before the jury for five years. of course, we organize a large number of events for our metropolitan police and more. we are invited to different regions, we attend festivals. our orchestra has a lot of awards, they are, of course, in the warehouse of the supranational militia of different titles, all of them are recognized for their incredible creativity and service in the internal sphere. holy shit on us passage, zymy asable atmosphere of winter kazki. wooden trees grow on the city's galley dance floors. in the traditional galley mill, pine needles on the kastrychnitskaya square. and hadla. this season of the current year , our painted paints will be used, and the decor will have greens, reds and patches. design of the garadian winter by the repartage of alexander goitan. yes, the new year has been around for more than a month, and on the s

iago shtodzenna brings thousands of excursionists from all the stations of the savetskaga sayuz.va - the dry minnow of the rural gaspadar republic. class student kolya maklakov will get dirty in these sleeps. the quality of what can be found here is the youth of vitebsk ilnavod. the belarusian pavilion provides information on the issuance dates of our republic. spring scorched the fire, as it burned more than once, spring, autumn, the patched leaves of falling leaves tormented us. it wouldn’t have happened that the autumn would have been patched like the wind of the sun, i will sustrenu for you, i will sustranu for you, i understand, but kahanne prikhodzitsa, prihodzitsa yes us nechakan, and kahanne prihodzitsa, prikhodzitsa not... knowing, not a wound, for the samaga sertsa , yano nyznarok yes kranetstsa, and nadzey yours, and nadzeyay my zastanetstsa, don’t sleep, don’t sleep, you’re the roof pachakai, happy spring, happy spring, happy spring, happy autumn, you sleep through the fall of the leaves, ringing with the flowers, the pub of summer has faded, and meetings with you, an