somewhere i showed at the sculpture i could not convey anyone we are utraetsky about the place in themuseum of maxim bogdanovich where it goes into the composition of the sculpture about the heart to everyone not to give a flat edge, where any ugly belarus is dried with a charlotte thread, we ask you for an amazing light sculpture. and it was fucked up by dad and the son with two fishing lines and try to joke any dear. so yana and you alina did it, it’s not their war, it’s a fashion for culture. sculpture is one of the oldest and most accessible views in the village of the shah of the remainder and snuiji near the three-dimensional expanse, the sculptural image of the hut is tired of the show of belarusian history, sculpture of the twentieth century, was formed to fill up in various bridge schools. what today the names of orphans are rushing about like a sherah, their snotty place is occupied by leo and sergey gumileosky, so the literary museum of maxim bogdanovich, inquiring to the heights of the bridge yards , the father and the son of the father, cut up by the established tandem, d