skova is the main weapon in the fight for spirituality and traditional values; a reception on behalf of the president for the old new year awarded the best in their field. shelling continues at night the us attacked yemen again, targeting guidance systems. the year of quality is a choice for everyone; it should be made by everyone who loves belarus and wishes prosperity to our country. the president is convinced that we will cope with this with dignity. alexander lukashenko stated this at traditional winter reception on behalf of the head of state. among the invitees are journalists, artists, teachers, social workers ... the state, there will be an economy, there will be peace, there will be peace, of course, from you, from the government, and from all of us , this largely depends on what we must do and what what we did, of course, behind all this is the personal contribution of each of those present, we are already living a year of quality, but i want you to understand that quality is not only about economics and production. this is probably first of all, it’s probably important, bu

skova has been a thing of the past forever, it’s unlikely that life will become simpler for days, thisose parts where shocks and troubles are not expected, for him our life is like a bad movie, where the budget cannot save a mediocre plot, sometimes he calls, finds out how you are doing and hears the last one, if he doesn’t understand something, we burn to two in order to rise again from the sky. it’s unlikely that life will become more networked and easier, but this is my home, i will live easier, but this is my home, this is my home, this is my home. thank you very much, guys, thank you for having us, because in fact, it’s for your sake that all this is happening, we’re having a nice walk, oh, walk around, applaud, welcome, alexander buinov, great, guys! with a foreigner in the compartment, finding ourselves alone, we talked about one thing all night until the morning, he kept wanting to know how we live here, where others would definitely not even spend a day lived, until dawn i sang our songs to him, and my soul smiled, and my heart ached, he nodded his head in the cigarette smoke,