as soon as you become wounded, malays are playful, now literary, snatches from prose, hearing alya xandrayes, yes , it was not for our memory that... happy that would be a piece of white light, people were free to live in that land, not who is not gnaŞ, none of them were hidden, no one belonged to anyone, their land was rich, happy, their fires were wide spread, the green herbs of the crops were harvesting and swayed in the winds, all the burning of the crayfish , people called this cancer the living water, all the same from the prose , some cossacks suggested something like this. well, such creations are coming, your adkaz, yakub kolas, yes, yakub kolas, right adkaz, malays, zhiva vada, gata skating rink zhytstya, yakub kolas, what a good friend you have, the same will be for both safiya and varvara, we hear snatch, nastya, as she grazed everything in the school, she began to call nassechka: there was a lively and rufty-haired daughter-in-law, white-haired, with thick hair, which lay on her galave as a robber. yana was by no means the most conspicuous hell of all the other children, as s