as long as the faithful were dying, their people were the hole of our hidden school volga isakauna karpeshr passage, our king, we we are located in the temple, the sacred monastery of makary, the village of skrygalava, the church is not accidental, the name became not holy. geta is our drop, i remember gonar makary. the service of this chapel is celebrated only once a year, on may 14, on the day of remembrance of the saint. makarya, geta zen z'yaўlyaetstsa taksama i saints usey uveskі, and geta holy meaning only ў skrygaława, more nіdze. the zvarnitse ўvagu for the extraordinary roofs over the getai drop. the months are turned upside down, signifying power over the asman empire. i was from the dyatsinstvo. such a feisty, jakuyuchy swaymu father, all i muggle in the winter is the forest and cry, cry from the hell of that jumping passion that is so... like a cola piss, and so the sweet hole has become my dear palettes, the forest, which is not in any way distant, meadows, borders, to branches, huts , gums, boiled milk, the church on the breast, oh, how sweet, the merry little one in your lit