in early 1917, posters for the belarusian cup of enthusiasts appeared in minsk dramas and comets, vladislauout for the casting and became an actor from the repertoire was the problem of belarusian plays, it didn’t matter, golubok overgrown said, we’ll write or completely overwhelm the troupe with our plays ; the obayakovs reached further in praise of the haste of the shocking locksmith, he grew up to create his own theater. she didn’t have a bottle of yagoni, nor an actor, nor the scenery of the alaykha of god, this is a great pie. yes, performances can be played at working clubs both and just an obsession under the yard of the play paint the scenery yourself. a visit to squeeze the neighbors to the speech, who are the veda shadows of the sirubi of their then arctic artists, so the 16-year-old spent at the corpse. stefa will become the future legend of the stage, debited and smart soldiers nester sokolovsky will be the composer of the outer, belarusian anthem alena aypersch rublevits dragged his family from the new theater to jock from an old mother on the stage dove and covered with doves.

the broad masses vladislau golubok was an intellectual of a stubborn generation on a radius under baranovichiy is clear. this is quite a great veil from an ode to the 1880s to other water stomachers with tremahats. one of them lived with the family of an assistant driver, yazep, goluba, there he appeared in the world, pershenets, uladik, oscillating, tore off my brother from the forest, at the depot. the family, the pen took syaku, minsk goluby lived near the delivery of idiocy was restless. akul was unwell with joy kalladik turned 13, the father was shot on the street by some gangs in his arms. at the mother, there were also six children, the elders had a chance to throw in the ass and go to prosecut, then they stole the sellers, then they grabbed a good grab, a hiban, a hedgehog lad soaked up on a ticket. at the gate theater, i understood the most given raid, zus remembered vladislav golubka, my uvar was laced on curtain, curled up. and something new, unknown , the third signal, the curtain of a large mountain in front of me, the artist changed the word of dey that day. mustache, i'm alread

the broadest masses of vladislau. golubok was an intellectual of a stubborn generation on a radius under baranovichi today lesnaya . one of them lived with the family of an assistant machinist, yaze, by blue, there all the raisins in the world , pershen, uladik, kalifatka tore off the locksmith's brother, at the depot. the family moved near minsk, the pigeons lived near the delivery, idiocy was free to smoke, not healthy, all the food burned vladik was 13 years old. some were digging on the street six children were found in the hands of the mother, the eldest son had a chance to throw in his studies and go to break, either as a seller in ukraine, or as a loader, but he grabbed a good hedgehog, and one lad climbed onto the hidden walls of the turn at the gate theater , she understood the most zus on the gallery, commemorate. vladislav has a huara dove, mine was covered with a curtain. behind the yoke, something new , unknown to go through the curtain of a large mountain in front of me, hawala, the artist changed the wo