at the gate theater, i understood the most given raid, zus remembered vladislav golubka, my uvar was 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 already everything vladislav literally zahvarenny to stay. and he poured away the orchestra on the trombone for his folk harmonica with a large cheerful there near the war from the father as a locksmith an album by a jazz clerk, in his 20s shaky years, a lad with a rapt pressing down to write peaks in belarusian. maybe this is due to the fact that petrashkevich, a gentleman, appeared at his own tiz, according to debause, he even began to call him god, and for her everything then the children changed their nickname in their passports, the boy and the troublemaker, oleg golubok maru, fell ill. in 1917, posters for the belarusian cup of enthusiasts appeared in minsk, the first commercial dramas and comets, vladislav straightened out on caste and became an actor with a repertoire . said the dove overgrown, let's wr