you thought the dameyka was everywhere in her bag something the careless department of vlada abum, the rockets with him at yuruda , became for my great-grandfather the great kashtausta a breath of freedom, and he wanted to give his homeland as well. you are their health to me. and breathe in the fresh wind. is there anything? the ministry and sveta but the name of ignatius cupcake got lost yes, i don’t have enough space here. didn't recognize. are you super arrived? do you live here? kind do not die, only your pray. we are not a mother, they have already given away our buttocks, and all of them were registered as orthodox, and they took the school away to eat cheekbones, but earlier they painted it. dear bogdan i'm at home on my favorite land or my heart is torn on the forge. i visited the graves of my father's mother. kneel before the winter and tears rolled from my otshi. i otshuval guilt before childbirth for the one that happened to my darling. well, that's what my great-grandfather returned to belarus 53 water immigration. i think not only in order to split up that the verse is a