shushensky khlebetsky prisoner in the old place there was already a gentry, the seat of the vakul wasken one, it seems like a school park and decor, stanislav yu put his hand. which belarusian botanist of the end of the 18th century didn’t think of it, or the tradition was still pyrogenous and again himself the family of russian lyubets was far away, with meat stabins, it will be understood by others that their architectural buildings are standing here. well, masterpieces, er, before 1939. this is the sunset of the days, belarus of the lord gifts lived here quietly and uh, yes, i want the living shoemaker of the lord yes, and one was born in this shushensky trianons palace with their miniature dead ones, they brought honest windows. and what i hope wondrous. the lightness lies far away, characteristic of the eighteenth standing carved park pavilions, and in the same jazz, the rigor of formulas and conciseness has stunned chop it with a prominent pattern of classical architecture. the architecture of classicism at yakir once saved the renaissance, the social order of the monarchic stat