friends, well, our slavic express train continues its journey, when the call signs of our slavic bazaarhe first time in 1992, we then agreed that this place would be a place of unification of the cultures of three peoples, three languages, namely our countries, belarus, ukraine and russia were the founders of this festival. and you must agree, how great it is that we continue to preserve this good tradition. now on this stage will be taken by the singer who, in that same ninety-second year, became the winner, won the grand prix. competition for young performers festival bazaar, now she is coming out and will sing for you, and today she has already become a master, today she is known in all slavic countries, the people of all slavic countries and not only. i think everyone has already guessed, friends, welcome taisti pavaliy to the stage. i hide my tears from happiness, my tears are... you make a stranger happy, love's eyes are warmer, if you want to give orders at night, i'm on duty at the door, look in in my heart, the heart is a home for love, you can warm yourself even with snow, you

our slavic express train continues its journey through the festival, because there are still many daysight program. and the programs throughout all these years and decades have been truly vibrant and unique. these are exhibitions and creative meetings. dear windows, warm words, i care for every guest here, the land is wide and hospitable, we will always raise a toast to you, on ordinary days and bright holidays, when we meet at the table. your loved ones, so different, let us embrace with our souls and sing for the clear sky, for pure thoughts, beautiful deeds, radiant hearts, for the beauty of people, the warmth of my land, for which i will always return behind vaselko. so peaceful, so proud, so sweet, for a mother, for an officer, for our homeland, for belarus, all sorts of offenses and joy will happen, but we know how to live, love, forgive. and we are famous for our kindness to the whole world, and for the gift of wisdom to understand everything, for the clear sky, for pure thoughts, beautiful deeds, radiant hearts, for the beauty of people, the warmth of my land, for the house in

and right now, dear friends, our slavic express train made a stop at one of the most important pagesus. liberation of belarus from the nazi invaders. this year the whole country is celebrating its eightieth anniversary. this is a holiday that concerns absolutely every belarusian family. in heaven, in heaven. the dawn lit up in the sky, we parted with you, we parted with you, at the end of the day, we didn’t see our dreams, we sang the letters to me, at the table. the dawns grew drowsy, we did not watch our dreams, we did not sing songs, and the zuriati fell asleep. “wait for me, and i’ll come back, just wait, wait until it’s cool!” yellow rains, wait for the snow, wait for the heat, wait for the roofs to not wait for them. then having forgotten yesterday, the mother is tired because i am not there, let friends. they get tired of waiting, sit by the fire, drink bitter wine, in remembrance of their souls, wait back with them. it is impossible to understand those who are in need, who are in the midst of the fire, the waiting, the near-layer. soloists of the mariinsky theater natalya pav

the slavic express continues its journey through the festival, because there are still many days aheadique, these are exhibitions, these are creative meetings, these are concerts, these are theatrical performances, but right now, friends, we will sing the final song of our... journey through our native windows, warm words, warmed care here as... every guest, the land is wide and hospitable, we will always raise a toast for you, on ordinary days and bright holidays, when we meet at the table, relatives, friends, so different, we will embrace our souls and sing. for clear skies, for thoughts clean, beautiful bodies, purified hearts, for the beauty of people, the warmth of my land, for the house in which i will always return, for cornflower, peace-loving, so proud, so sweet, for swearing. i thank you for the officers, for our homeland, for belarus. anything will happen. all kinds of insults are joys, but we know how to live, love, forgive, and we are famous for our kindness to the whole world, and the gift of wisdom to understand everything, for the clear sky, for pure thoughts, beautiful

beautiful intro, by the way, the theme of the concert is “slavic express”.od people are allowed in; alexander germolenko will sing from the stage. good people, here and far away. good people, it’s so easy with you. the hosts, traditionally couples from belarus and russia, well-known names in the role of conductors, will begin the evening. the route is known only to us, those who are tasked with being guides today. and however, we will give you some hint. our train will take us back to the past, help us look into the future and show us. youth, aura, oleg gazmanov, dima bilan and for your happiness, your youth, their life, their alexander buinov will sing about dreams, love and 100 weeks, everyone knows this track, fall, fall, fall, fall, more riots, well, let it be transparent light, let it be transparent to memory. lyusya chebotina, annie loroc and grigory leps, the audience is already delighted with the concert, especially when you can shake it so easily hand to the president. thank you. thank you, final chord and fireworks, vitebsk is just starting the mar

friends, well, our slavic express train continues its following, when the call signs of our slavic bazaart this place would be a place for the unification of the cultures of three peoples. three languages, our countries, belarus, ukraine and russia were the founders of this festival. and you must agree, how great it is that we continue to preserve this good tradition. now a singer will appear on this stage, who in that same ninety-second year won the festival’s grand prix. iskuslavian bazaar, i think everyone has already guessed, friends, welcome stage taisiya povaliy and the kuban cossack choir! on the heart, the viburnum is so enchanting, and the night will not sleep, that princess maiden who checks for you, pour water on us, our song, our share, let us never believe again, go home. the viburnum blossoms, the willow grows green, my song flows and the gills know, the nokaline enchants my sunny days, a new girl gives her heart to you, and then... fills with water, our lot is young, may you never take me home again vertav, hi zavzhd me berva, this the viburnum is turning home, the willow i