olas, tomorrow an intellectual battle will be held at the literary memorial museum of yakub kolas . the tv news agency presents the year of historical memory in the public domain, we have no secrets from our people. the national poet of belarus yakub kolos lives here all over the country, collective farmers of the war of the soviet army write to him, novice writers, schoolchildren write compatriots oh, childhood, we are a sweet corner to part with you, i am not able to see you. i fly away in the spirit and rest my soul there, where the silvery unfriendly neman flows, the oaks rise in a crowd like towers over the water and for participating in the underground teachers' congress, the vilna district court of justice in 1908 sentenced yakub kolas to three years in prison. but even from there, from captivity , the poet’s voice reached the people, i’m a peasant, but i’ll be smarter time, and my silence, i don’t dare to shout, but someday i will be able to shout the lads for the gun, the third says stopada. tashkent has bartyns. the soviet enormity and prostavlya of the belarusian people me