there we agreed with buralkin so clearly, and in the autumn the east vladimir selmashonok gathered themwhat he took himself, what he treated his south collected at his house, and we know we sat side by side and i managed to sing songs, and he read polite ones. and i after volodya korotkevich, only iago has rumors of a juicy belarusian language merry people are drivers, happy people are drivers of the worst, sit down, his cab, benatiskay on gas, and rush. just the tires of the blacks, winds and open spaces to the village people, drivers, happy the people of the chauffeurs of years you will set foot hard of starvation for a quiet home threshold. i knew how they call you the romance of the blue expanses , the harsh wind and the hardships of long-distance roads are revealed. gennady nikolaevich froze everyone on june 28, 1936 in vitebsk near the partisan zone, i ’m now being treated in the urason region , i took away the soshulyatic vez. oh, how do you know his word? youth is gone. i say dyatinstvo and he is guessing about the grumpy puffins at his hut fish. the canyon passes and speaks of