hell out of the heart of the great parade, i am happy, like gladzima, menavita yak svoyo usya stoleshchyna, and garadok, and galets, and lazyets, and arlys, and alshans, this is all may, so, like may cancer garyn, where i am there, i seem to have grown up on my shores, but none i don’t know that i’m not a maya, geta maya cancer, to the gods, given to me and to the fore, i am informed and informed to myself... to the belarusians, for this it is important for me, i live there, i am used to it, i am the same as i am, mabyts, like all the garadchuk all the little bits the hole is set, then i’ll say that i’m still a rubelian. everything is connected with me, as it seems, exchange with the ruble, exchange with these meats, just like that the ruble is stronger, here i am happy, here i grew up, prague... others i am unequally related to and now, it's too bad i don’t live here like that, well , i’ve come so far from the paradise, most of the time to the capital, but i might as well not have come here, of course, because i’ve known forever with this land and with my ruble. and for the rest of my rub