well, zyachtak i, at once... and at once z' i've got a first expression, kali weasel, pears on the varbaing, i'm flying, just geta anyway, i can't have pears on the varba, good adkazy, you have gatov adkaz, ksyusha, aksana, so, pears on the varba on your idea , geta anyhow, it’s crazy, dzyakuy, i jumped like hell, let’s chat other expressions on the screen, the edges are not packed, ksyusha, what do you think, well geta, there's probably a lot of crap. or the whole thing, i think, there’s a lot of stuff, well, i’m useful, our thought, the edge is not packed - there’s a lot of stuff, there’s a lot of stuff, the edge of the work is not packed, yakuy, and this adkaz i jumped, step on the screen, from head to toe, here ’s the whole thing budze, i'm the most profitable, we 're flying, that from the head and heels geta ўves, dzyakuy for adkaz, and gety adkaz i'm washing, and aposhni grew on the screen, zvoka navoka, geta... so dzyakuy you for adkaz, we're washing adkaz , let's look at what you said was correct or not, pears on the tree, whatever the hell, no the edge is packed, there’s a lot o

, in the fall of varba, there was hadzila, there she walked, ale passed before 13 hectares do, first godze. nadzeya mikulich plays a major role in the adrage of the charm of the sun. enchantresses were born in the glorious city of grodno. grodno is generally a very musical city and lithuanian from grodno. nadya mikulich from grodno. the first squad was all from grodno. and from the first cast , we also have a couple of girls there. we are very friends with lyudmila markovskaya. we lost girls and i want to remember ira avgustinovich, tanya anesterova, burunova, letinsky, sister, letinsky, himself, luda naumovich, we lost her, valerka , bloodlessly , was our permanent, permanent entertainer, he also traveled with us a lot, and you know that i traveled a lot around the soviet union with many. i met in ensembles, crimean gulls, baltic gulls, red maidens, girls, well , many, many female groups, there were no better charmers than ours, all beautiful, all pretty, pretty programs, but our real musicians, real musicians, just from the roots of their hair to heels, because gena knew how to do

little squealed, little varba, that the kohannya did not open up to its gentleman herself, and near thene is light, the red dawn. thy sacred words, what to speak to adnam, the bright panyaska of the dawn of arms, these sacred words, what to say to adnam, oh, this veraza, i have two hands, enchanting the late spring of the meadow battles, young, little, värva swayed, because it was green and withered, and i didn’t believe it myself, the songs of the song sang, the little varba, the little datupa. the whole body bowed and parted, sing the songs the little willow groaned, and the oak tree jumped... the whole crane groaned and roared, oh darba, oh darba, oh darba, oh, willow! i know what’s happening to me, and what’s next for me, maybe sudzhana would be hell, because i’m shaking two of them, i’m just saying, everything is empty, people seem to be, not... arma, i’m bad, bad, bad, bad. , the mountain is not bad, the will is bitter, you may, i didn’t tell anyone any... the words were guessing on the karal, the heat is peak and the sun is high, everything is empty, people seem to be, it’s not f

everything happened, and the first kahanna, and the first patsalunak fell in varba, and the first andaga married another, bastards, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing it's time to run , my son and two dachas have already grown up, i can’t forget my dear family, the places of my childhood, my beloved home, yard. where the years dearest to my heart passed. this place, this house, is associated with my best memories, with my dear grandparents. who built it, it was not easy for them, because after the war they were young, they got married, they had no one, and the grandfather was an orphan, and the grandmother remained an orphan, her parents were burned during the war, they built this family nest of ours with their own hands, the grandfather was forced was going to work to earn money, they built a house brick by brick the old estate of his parents, when i was little, i remember how my grandfather planted this nut, together with my younger brother, we loved to run here barefoot, here we received our very first knowledge of skills, it was my grandmother who taught me hard work, when i come

i slept, everything was here, and the first kahanne, and the first patsalunak fell in varba, and theirst and tears of disappointment, kali kahanaga ўbachyla with another, the bastards of nothingness and the growing birds, and the ever-present flight of sleep, my son and two dachas have already grown up, i can’t forget my dear age. a house, a farmstead, where the years dearest to my heart passed. this place, this house is associated with my best memories, with my dear grandparents who built it, it was not easy for them, because after the war they were young, they got married, they had no one, and my grandfather was an orphan, and my grandmother was left behind an orphan, her parents burned her during the war, they built it with their own hands... this is ours family nest. grandfather was forced to travel to earn money and built a house brick by brick on his parents’ old estate. when i was little, i remember how my grandfather planted this nut with my younger brother. we loved to run around here and learned our very first skills here. it was my grandmother who taught me hard work. when

raman, raman, ramanika, let me give it to you, raman, ah nahilyonaya and near the field there is a varba-down. enlisted and bewitched, entrusted, this taboo is poisonous. when, as we say, we harvested, then we buried the eggs of color, like the flowers were blooming, like they were infected, i was in the garden. prosperity, i was the second to rise, the young daughter who walked through the water, the young daughter who walked through the water. hell of water, yasya and water, yasya hell of vada, yasya and vada, paste, paste, may, kasya, give ganyu vada, paste, paste, may kasya, give kanyu of vada. i will be yours, chasing mine, i will be yours, bring a horse, on the ground, from the grain, from the approaching bucket, on the ground. and ў field darba, nahilenaya, young daughter-in-law, tamed, young daughter-in-arms, yesterday, the night is short. oh, rana, nayvana. koi radjvana, ojraanam, shimku. it’s easy to explore belarus; all you need to do is create a non-trivial route. in the 1780s , the dubrovinsky lands were bought by prince grigory potemkin, and thanks to him , one of the first