i understood the most given raid zus commemorated vladislav lubka uvara, mine was nakirovan on the curtainbehind the yoke was something new unknown, the third signal, the curtain of a large mountain in front of me. the artist changed the word that day. vladislav literally fell ill on the bridge and he begged to take the trombone away from the orchestra for his folk harmonica. the reasons for this sat down with the warrior from the pratsy as a locksmith, jazz album maker. the 204th lad has a raptom, hemmed to write peaks in belarusian. maybe this is due to the fact that he was squealing, but no, i’m quoting. i'm not the petrashkevich division. the cavalry additions were all minuscule. yana began to call him even shotno dove and for her and all the same then you ask for your passport without changes, the boy and the third ear murmured for oleg golubok maru datator powdered in 1917 , posters for the belarusian cup appeared in minsk enthusiasts started walking merchandising dramas and comets, vladislav straightened himself out on the castes and became an actor from the repertoire was a problem