would be songs, there will be dancing on stage at a children's choreographic studio at the ural dance ensemble a popular blogger and just a funny guy, meet khabib. ah, don’t seine my seine, my seine, all not new, wedge, lattice, just like me for your cuts, don’t want, i love my friend’s little hand, in his belly, came out young, a new gate, released the temper from the right sleeve, the falcon, high and far away, made a piss on the sogolik's flights. my new ones are not new wedge lattice ones , just like me, batela is not suitable for you in cuts a friend by the little hand in his stomach , the young woman came out of the new gate, released the temper from the prokakov onto the poles, the falcon at the nogazvala, in flight, in flight , the falcon is high, far away mine. thank you very much, happy holiday, happy national unity day, applause for this wonderful dance group. and now three wonderful actresses, beautiful girls, darlings, girlfriends, ekaterina guseva, anastasia makeeva and aglaya shilovskaya, will appear on our stage, along with them the state ensemble rus, cossack folk song, oh, it

if there is a feast, then there is a feast in the mountains, and now, together with the ural state dance ensembleay in itself, a temperamental soso, will appear on our festive street. pavlyaashvili. i’ll go out into the street, there’s no sun, the days are short. you drove me crazy, i went outside, i looked at the village, the girls were walking, and i was having fun, uh, i'll go outside. i look at the village, the children are walking and it’s not fun, dear mother, give me some cold water, my heart is starting to feel hot, i used to walk in the green garden, i thought i wouldn’t go outside forever, i used to walk in the green garden, i thought i wouldn’t go outside forever i’ll go, but now my heels are starting to give in , they’re burning, but they’re shaking. when i leave, i’ll go out into the street, i’ll go to the children, i’ll sing along to them with a ringing voice , i’ll take them out into the street to the center, i’ll sing along to them with a ringing voice, i’ll sing along to them with a ringing voice, can you hear the marmoset, the nightingale sings, and there’s a dance going under t

thank you, gratitude to each of you for the applause , for the flowers, happy holiday, ural state dance ensemble of the republic of belarus, white dew song, music and dance ensemble, honored amateur collective of the republic of belarus, choreographic ensemble, zorka! they are so different from different groups, from different cities, from different countries, but through art, their differences give rise to unity, unity of rhythm, unity of impulse, on stage, in life. this is probably where the magic of our festival lies, in the sense that we slavs feel like close friends to each other, and if we are friends, we are in full step, as the dancers would say, or in the whole octave, as we, those who sing, would say, welcome, golden voices on our stage belarus with songs is the land of jumping people. fall with the high wing of a crane, with a charm. azers and lyases, then our eternal land, the land of human goodness and beauty, belarus, the land of passing people, belavezhs and norads. our cherished, holy lashitsa of the high sun. temples, pine trees reap the praises of the azeri. the young people ch