On. For a moment i want to stop running and see the rain falling and the leaves moving. The sun is shining, and how our life is built from all these little things, we want to look at this world differently, discover something new every day, its so interesting to us, because we do it with love, with love from belarus. Vіtayu yіkh, who at once more, kali you im suffocating in hell, i cant, if you dont have a flock of fresh wind and sparkling emotions, if you caress, well help you breathe. At the end of the day, fill yourself with natural, natural ingredients, and drink the sacramental water as hell as you can. We are starting a Friendly Campaign on a magical folklore expedition, this time for number 593. There are things that happened again and again in the past and the late night borders of the country. On the spring day there were cranes walking, ohliohliohly, there were cranes walking, torturing cranes, at your cranes, ohli, ohli, oh, lyuli, at your. Crane, crane, you may, like a molded ralia, ohli, ohli, ohlyuli, like a molded rala, in the autumn life, in the spring harvest, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, the men gathered for the spring wheat, and prague began. Ohli, ohli, oh, lyuli, and the first little girl is like the sky, ohli, ohli, oh, lyuli, like the sky is the shirt, and the other little son is like the sadze little bee, ohli, ohli, ohluli, like a little bee in the garden, a sweet honey, like a forest savishcha, oh, yes, the garden of the viciebsk region, sapraudny professionals and lovers on their right, which shines through the skins free hair, are shrinking. We are in a small forested uzgorka, the city is not falling into hell. We are in charge of how long it takes to add the proper talent to gleins calective. Ale naypersh warta daznat. Where our love has begun in the recording studio, we are already ready to express ourselves on the folk song of the camper sergei sukhamlin and the young hibernator ksenia khomchanka. Ksenia syarzhuk, i love you. I love you, aksana, i love you, respected tv presenters, the skin of your daughter from the kingdom of the state, actress, mabyts, hibernation, and how this attrimlivaetsa, we will now share with you, we not only listen to traditions, but also everything else. Ksenia, good afternoon, im very glad that you visited us, what can you say about the song . Good afternoon, i am glad to be in this studio, i am glad to share my creativity with other people, about the song, i can say that i associate it with summer, with nature, with friends, with family, with the village. Ksenia khomchanka, artists of the producing center alena isaikinay, laureate and performer of sports competitions. You have a music award music star, the International Competition of the galaktyka festival, the hub of various television shows. Bury the uterus hotzha, bury the uterus hotheated, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, its a pity, it s a pity, its a pity, its a pity. Were going to bury your dacha, its on the uterus and the chest, its on the uterus on the chest , its on the dacha of the people, on the dacha on the people, on the father s heels, on the fathers heels, on the mist patki, pabrat galasom mye tsyabrad galasom mye that the spoons themselves are washed. Whats wrong with our vans in the private sector and in life we dont sleep with the people of the leznensky district, menavita here at the fathers wifes mark walked bela was lecіshcha. Slavuta masta. Zhaniysya from the birth of 1915 and menavita y very rightly with a young womans honeymoon and never before in 1918 came here with a small dacha idai. The sky is shining on us from all of Marc Chagalls canvases, painted here. Two of them are shown in the lecіshchy y zavolshchy and lily of the valley, and in the tratstsyakovskaya gallery. And for the wounded themselves centers lezne zhyly shmatlikiya svayak chagall. Right in the autographic book may i live, my star. pіsаy as i love to sing at lezna, gradok as at kartsіntsy, at the house of culture there is a special memorial shield. Hey, as a maladzian, from china, a garadzian, a woman of may, a wife, and a woman of may gnyauliva. And ill buy some green suyan, and my little wife, and a rotten woman, i ll go, jump, to the little palazha, and ill buy a little wife, and ill have a rotten woman, ill love you. Dont look at iago, but at zhana maya zhonushka, and my wife is rotten, as i go to maladz, from china, a garadian, my wife is my wife, and my wife is rotten, so ill buy my wife, and some ramen pie. And my wife is my wife, and my wife is ugly, well, once again we are returning to minsk, a chargovy crossing, and we are staying in. Padenka khlezny district, the capital of minsk, 282 kilometers away, stopped by and mіdunіtsy, folkloric folklore of the kalektyvu , as it flew for its 35th year. Anniversary since 1992 , the constant ruler of iago is ganna fedarauna makravusav, apantans amatar and a collection of folklore, so that budztse pobach, and the pakul affectionately we ask from the studio gukazapisu, there they give us a new version of folk songs, camper sergei sukhamlin and the hovering hound ksenia khomchanchanka. Thank you ksenia, its great, you started very cool, i like your cuteness, i would suggest that you also put melodic lines somewhere below on the bridges that would resonate with the bridge, youre young, an actress, a singer, who supports you in general , first of all, my family supports me. Which makes me very loves, believes in me very much, Elena Aleksandrovna isaykina, this is not only a vocal teacher, she is also a producer, she is my mentor, stylist, she is my support, support, my inspiration, i love her very much, well, its good when we have such support behind us, its great, with this support we will continue to sing our song. Sima dzyadzyulya was crying, the rings were crying lupa dzyauchyna in the garden, you are packing our me. Close your dakhana, you are my dear, and i am forever yours, you forget me, you forget your kakhana, you forget, my dear, and i am forever yours, oh, dont cry, cry, cry, dear, oh, dont cry, cry, cry, joke, you cant take the people, but we love you, my dear, and im yours forever, you wont take, you wont take, people , and a message to all of us, you are my dear, and im on. We are gracing the greedy soldiers of the land, we have arrived in the babinavichy of the lezny district, my lord is alive here iryna alyaksandraina varona, my lord yana adnavila slav a cozy womans whistle, which has become a vital source of wealth for the country, which has been acquired by the myastsovs traditions of pottery. U in the 20th year, the register of historical and cultural chestnuts has been updated with new elements. Ganarov status would be given to the folk clay tsatskas of arshansk in the padnyaprovya and vitsebsk holidays. Syarod maistrov and iryna alyaksandraina varona from agragaradka babinavichy. These whistles are bright plastic terracotta figurines that represent colorful life, birds, and mythical characters. The mastery of modeling from clay, the master saved his little daughter. Dnipro galasy in dubrona. Narechenka. Our vans are working hard veska lezny district, where y 252 hell of the center of the region we are in the babinavichs, with whom we will gather here, naturally, we will listen to the state and myastsovnyh pavunnya, this folklore kalektyy spadarynі, we look, we listen, because we are in decline the children of your mother and grandmother have taken possession of them, let us know why they are so famous navakolle, geta plans for the future, pakul zazirnuts for an hour at the studio gukazapisu, dze sama addana pratsuye over a fresh guchan of folk songs, young sleeper ksenia khomch. To italy, that is, this is a free trip, where i will already go in june. Lets go to travel around belarus, this town was built with. Where to buy eggs, we all sit and do creativity, visit but there is no sour cream at the stove, there is no soot at the stove, and there is no soot at the stove; and holy halikha and yagon was poured. And the holy womans face. My feet are splashing, then my dear is gone, and as others are splashing, then my dear, dear, dear, dear house, house, knocking on the window, knocking on the window, knocking on the door. The window is draining, the door is humming, oh, why are you cute, oh, why are you lying there, why dont you run away from me, young devil, why dont i young. Im sorry, you are with us in the land of vandruets, revealing for yourself hundreds of new things, something unknown. From across the talachyn district, we stopped by the Regional Center and the Monumental Church of st. Anthony of padua. Geta temple at the eclectic style was built in 1853 on a high level. Yashche in 1813, the talachyn slavic rulers allocated 100 thousand tsaglinas for the future. The tsars city issued 2. 0 rubles of silver. Ale pratses zatsyagnuysya i. In 1848, new committees were created for the election of the people. Budynak was born, old padmurak they took away, and rightly, the peoples meat roasts , the slavic and pennies from the royal treasury, the temple was published and illuminated in the honor of st. Anthony of padua. For a pack of 20 hundred years of baranes, unger sternberg founded a dahōka and a terakotavuyu padloga. Vodela, vodela, in the spring garden, chipala, zrivala, cornhorn, chipala, zrivala, redhorn, chipala, trivala, red face. She threw, threw water quickly, threw, threw water quickly, poured my face, broke the gate, dont laugh, cossack, that im an orphan. Not laugh, cossack, because im an orphan, dont laugh , cossack, im an orphan, if it came, then i wouldnt go, if it came, then i wouldnt go. Dont be afraid, ill go to the holy maiden, ill go to russia, ill find the best, ill go to russia , ill find the best, ill go to russia and all the cities. Not our beautiful like that orphan, not our beautiful, like that orphan. The orphan arrived at the cossack gate under the gate of the dzochyny kotra orphan on every kotra orphan. Ksenia, you and i finished singing this song, i was left with very good impressions. Please tell me what you have left after records . Thank you for the question, i am very pleased, again, that i am here in this studio, that i was invited here, i thank the folk group of glein from the town. We have completed all our lives, another life has arrived, this folk song, the same way we have ruled for a whole life in the soup vans in the land, lets hear it again in the spring at the rally of ksenia khomchanka, and new spatkanne, praz tydzen, paedzem at drysvyaty braslau district on uwachodziny. They came, there were cranes walking there, oh, cranes. Cranes were walking there, in the spring narali, there were cranes walking, ohli, ohli, ohlyuli, there were cranes walking, torturing a crane at your crane, ohli, ohli, ohluli, at your crane, you are my carcass, like a molded ralia, ohli, ohli, ohluli, like a molded ralia, oh, oh, oh, in the autumn life, in the spring shanitsa, ohli, ohli, ohluli, on the spring shaniku, the men gathered and talked. And the first wife is like the little eye in the sky, ohli, ohli, ohlyuli, like the little eye in the sky, and the other little lady is like the little bee in the sky, ohli, ohli, ohoh, im did as its been a long time since you held a book in your hands, flipped through page after page, greedily devouring every word, of all manifestations of human creativity. The most amazing and worthy of attention are books. The thoughts of past times live in books. Peoples voices can be heard clearly and distinctly. Everything that humanity has accomplished has been preserved, as if by magic, on the pages of books. Through reading, a person survives centuries; reading brings generations together