white dews, a total of more than sixty roles in films, but the brightest, most memorable, perhaps, wasn the play by garalta mod, a eccentric eighty-year-old madam with whom a young man is in love, she is frivolous, a woman who does not feels her age, and this is about her, stephanie staniute, who at 95 loved to repeat. i never felt my age, ever. the number of times i have appeared on this stage is probably countless. 200 roles played, images, characters, roles, big episodes, what were all these years like, i wonder which period of them is especially dear to me, probably each in its own way. having lived a long life, where eras and events successively replaced each other, stanyuta became their personification, creating in each time images of heroines who are so close today, understandably contemporaries. portrait of the daughter of the artist mikhail staniuta in the national art museum, just for her. years old, she lives with dreams of the theater. a girl with such a long life ahead of her looks at us from the portrait. gaidaenko, vladimir alekseevich. during the patriotic war, he took

of stages around the world. 16 films were shot based on dudarev’s scripts, including the famous white dews written and filmed works of alexei dudorev are rightfully included in the belarusian gold fund. art. next, we continue to get acquainted with the pearls of belarusian cinema in the cinema section. every saturday , the belarus 24 tv channel broadcasts masterpieces of belarusian cinema. this special event is dedicated to the centenary of russian cinema. feature film ivan makarovich, directed by igor dobrolyubov, based on... savchenko in 1968. the film takes place during the great patriotic war. thirteen-year-old ivan is left alone with the war. his father went to the front, and his mother died in a bombing. being essentially a child, vanya has to grow up very quickly and alone look for a place in the difficult life of the war years. auntie, it’s far from the urals, far from the urals, but this one is going there, there, there, now everyone is going there. the boy managed to evacuate from his native belarus to the urals, but he falls ill, ivan's stoker, uncle kuzya, who became the closes

people's artist of belarus anatoly yarmolenka, syabry ensemble and white dew ensemble, the search forhing , thank you like a kitten, the bot guards the flood, the bird illuminates the heaviness with golden fire , the mountains are covered with gray, the blue bears the news, burning patterns of ice, the sun is setting, happy is the one who does what he loves. who knows how to appreciate every moment of his life and does not waste it on trifles, everyone can do the impossible, experience the unexperienced, the most important thing is to move forward confidently and believe in yourself goals. don’t put everything off until tomorrow, hurry to live, rejoice, feel, look for inspiration from time to time, try to stop in the pursuit of happiness and just be happy. inspiration can be found in a person who lives for the sake of his dream, how much is needed for happiness, nothing at all, a ray of hope, do not betray yourself, do not give up, never deviate from the intended path, and just love life, be happy, touching the innermost secret, open your heart to knowledge. the world lives in humble

by scenarios dudarev shot 16 films, including the famous white dew. however, all the written, stagedden fund of belarusian art. next, we continue to get acquainted with the pearls of belarusian cinema in the cinema section. every saturday, the belarus 24 tv channel broadcasts masterpieces of belarusian cinema. this. the event is dedicated to the centenary of russian cinema. feature film ivan makarovich, directed by igor dobrolyubov, based on the script by valery savchenko in 1968. the film takes place during the great patriotic war. thirteen-year-old ivan is left alone with the war. his father went to the front, and his mother died in a bombing. being essentially a child, vanya has to grow up very quickly and is one of... the boy managed to evacuate from his native belarus to the urals, but he became seriously ill; ivan’s stoker, uncle kuzya, who became the closest person to him, came out. when uncle kuzya went to the front, vanya stayed in the boiler room for the owner, on his another worry fell on his shoulders: his grandmother and doll, who lived in his uncle’s room. ivan, whom th

there is a postman with a bicycle, then he is also kind, of course, we also have him, here are the white dewswe all remember mail, well , you carry mail, you carry it, yes, here she sits with her postman’s bag, and of course everyone’s favorite and respected postman pechkin in the cartoon, i actually myself and we all grew up with this cartoon , everyone remembers this character, everyone, of course, remembers this honor, but you’re right, after all , this is the popularization of this profession, of course it is very important, we publish a lot in the media, so... thanks, of course, to the editors and to those newspapers that respond, we almost, probably, talk about some postman every week, somewhere... then we publish the article, of course, we would like to. more, thank you for paying attention to this, maybe the media and television will also pay attention, their gaze to this particular profession, i call them all the time, these are the goosebumps that, the organization, and for now we’ll take a break for a while, i remind you of our telegram channel say don’t be silent, subscribe, ask q

a song, this is a white birch, sing to us, white birch, long braid, thin branches, there is dew on themfreshly poured heels of the heels. we shed tears, well, now your mother-in-law, tatyana kirim comes onto our folk stage with the song, i kissed you. i dreamed of you in my sweet sleep, days and nights flew by, with my head in a whirlpool, i immersed myself as best i could, i kept waiting, waiting for you. and one day by the river, we met on the way, i kissed you. on a dark night by the river, in the summer i joked with the two of us, only about happiness and love, i kissed you, flying away to pursue a dream, only the night was not enough, you and i kissed. until the morning, the stars faded without a trace, our fabulous night, at dawn, passed away, i will never forget, the sunny river bank, where you and i loved, in the light of the gentle moon. i kissed you on the dark night of the river, for years she joked between the two of us, only about happiness and love, i kissed you, flying away for a dream, only the night was not enough for you and me. i kissed you on the dark night of the ri