- Thanks. - So guys, good luck.
- Yeah, good luck. - Stay in touch.
Hello. 96 thousand please. Right?
The weekend rocked.
Flying past! Pigeon do it!
Wow, badass!
Like an eagle.
These are the dustbins we've been looking for.
And here up to the climb, there on the very top.
So things come together, why did we worry?
Look for 259th or 258th at least.
- One of two? - Yes, one of two,
- no one told me which exactly. - 253, 54, 55, 56.
258th. That's right, that's why we came here.
Speak the spell.
Say "Open Sesame".
Seems we've found the right door.
Wow!
Like in a movie!
<i>We liked this garage at first sight.</i>
<i>It smelled dampness and engine oil.</i>
<i>For the next couple of weeks it should have become our headquarters.</i>
<i>Here we were going to plan the details</i>
<i>and carefully prepare for the upcoming adventure.</i>
Well mate, I think it's a win.
<i>Summer was ready to start. Good, true, hot.</i>
<i>Minsk was basking in the sun.</i>
<i>Usually, this is a serious, self-possesed city,</i>
<i>but it also has moments of weakness.</i>
<i>This is Roma. My buddy.</i>
<i>Rare badass.</i>
Give me the camera, come on. Don't switch it off.
<i>It's hard to imagine, what's going on inside of his head,</i>
<i>but sometimes I try to.</i>
<i>Once he left the home with a couple of hundred bucks in his pocket</i>
<i>and for 2,5 years had been hitchhiking around the world.</i>
<i>In short, this guy had balls.</i>
<i>My name is Boris.</i>
<i>For the last 5 years I've been editing one contrcultural Minsk magazine.</i>
<i>The editorial office was full of young guys who,</i>
<i>in search of a good story, were ready to get to the devil's ass.</i>
<i>Me myself had been staying at the office for too long and was jealous of them.</i>
<i>Frankly, I was long ago drawn to adventures.</i>
<i>It was Roma, who came up with the idea of traveling</i>
<i>around Belarus at domestic bicycles with Chinese gasoline engines.</i>
<i>This ridiculous, but very charismatic vehicle was popular in the Soviet Union,</i>
<i>but then time put it in oblivion.</i>
<i>We had to resurrect this "monster" with our own hands.</i>
<i>Such things Roma called "mutations".</i>
<i>In every story and in every adventure - he said -</i>
<i>should be an unexpected, strange detail distorting familiar reality.</i>
<i>It makes the reality unusual and unconventional.</i>
Sounds like a new one, and the smell!
The sound was very strange.
<i>For several days we had been working by the sweat of our brow.</i>
<i>Roma was setting-up the bicycles, I was shooting everything at the camera.</i>
<i>Sometimes we helped each other.</i>
<i>So, without further ado, roles were distributed,</i>
<i>and everyone was engaged in what he was fond of.</i>
Needs to be upgraded.
<i>We bought two classical "Aist" bicycles.</i>
<i>They began to be produced shortly after the World War II.</i>
<i>Since then the design has not undergone any special changes.</i>
<i>Troubleproof like Kalashnikov rifle</i>
<i>these bicycles have long ago become a legend.</i>
<i>Our models were pimped with baskets and planetary bushing.</i>
Push towards the engine, cause I will push hard that side.
<i>We hung the Chinese gasoline engines on the bicycles.</i>
<i>These are modern clones of Soviet bicycle motors.</i>
<i>Even our fathers put such things on their "Aists".</i>
<i>Just for fun.</i>
<i>Hardly anyone took it seriously.</i>
<i>We were going to ride three thousand kilometers</i>
<i>along the borders of our homeland on these bikes.</i>
Dude, your engine is terribly fixed.
Come on.
See, it is dangling a lot.
In sum, let's take it to the place. And we need to fix it.
If there was no sparks during bike fixing,
it drives bad.
It's an old garage wisdom.
Perfect.
<i>Having accelerated my bike for the first time,</i>
<i>I exhaled as if I had a lung shot.</i>
<i>We got their glow on, our "horses" almost did not kick.</i>
<i>Departure was approaching,</i>
<i>and I was increasingly embraced by a feeling of weightlessness.</i>
<i>I quitted from the editorial office,</i>
<i>and a weighty and very important piece of life was left behind me.</i>
<i>Freedom and uncertainty were ahead.</i>
Sun. Palms.
Amazing. Everything is just amazing.
Let's do this way. I'll put it to my stuff.
Right?
- Take panties. - Right, let's take underpants.
We'll know right now, where Boris keeps his panties.
We'll take it.
So what, one bag is almost packed.
- Heavy? - It's a little bit crack at the seams.
No, it isn't heavy.
<i>Spanners, bowler, tent, canister.</i>
<i>Roma insisted to take the minimum of things.</i>
<i>"The worst thing that can happen to a traveler</i>
<i>is a good preparation," he said.</i>
<i>"It will be more fun if we forget something important at home."</i>
<i>On the eve of a new challenge, bonfires flared up in Roma's eyes.</i>
Full moon!
<i>After the round-the-world trip, it was not so easy for him</i>
<i>to reconcile with settled life.</i>
<i>He was looking forward to the start of a new game.</i>
What a man can do to get boozed?!
<i>But the most important thing</i>
<i>was that I decided to shoot a film about my homeland in the way.</i>
<i>To capture a real life and best of all on the camera.</i>
<i>Sitting on the roof on the eve of departure,</i>
<i>I could not think of anything, except the upcoming filming.</i>
<i>I felt it would be hot.</i>
<i>Damn, isn't it a fabulous start?!</i>
Come on. Let's go!
Dare or not?
Enough! Enough!
AROUND BELARUS AT BICYCLES WITH ENGINES
Dear Minsk citizens and guests of Belarusian capital!
The tourist center invites you to a sightseeing tour.
You will get acquainted with the architecture
and culture of Belarusian capital,
visit Christian shrines,
pass along the main highways and squares.
Where are we going?
Well, what variants do we have?
Molodechno, e.g.
If go towards Vilnius we can get off in Oshmiany,
somewhere there it should be a stop.
And we also can go to Orsha, right?
- What you vote for? - I'm voting for Orsha.
Ok, good.
Oshmiany or Orsha, west or east,
middle of nowhere or civilization?
Vice versa: civilization or middle of nowhere?
- Let's go. - On the count of three.
One, two, three.
Damn, we're going to Orsha!
<i>Orsha Central</i>
<i>None of us wanted to go to Orsha,</i>
<i>because we heard nothing good about it.</i>
<i>Quite the contrary.</i>
<i>Looking out the window, I drew in my thoughts a gloomy town,</i>
<i>clustered around a massive railway junction,</i>
<i>planted with poplars, chosen by the marginals.</i>
<i>I believe my vote for Orsha was a gesture of counter-phobia.</i>
Thousands of people come to Orsha...
A wasp has tried to bite me.
Keep shooting. Have you seen? It was an attack!
Not without purpose.
The city is not as simple as it might seem.
Everyone wants to walk its streets, and we are now heading
to the very depths to wine and dine somewhere,
because from the very morning we haven't eaten anything.
- I feel we'll party hard in Orsha. - Oh, yes!
Have tickles under shoulder blade?
Or in the pit of your stomach, how do they say?
It's nagging. In the pit of brain.
<i>The Orsha railway junction is the Republic of Belarus eastern gate.</i>
<i>It was not so easy to party hard in Orsha.</i>
<i>Transfers, flags, honor boards, wreaths and stars.</i>
<i>If that small city had a chest,</i>
<i>it would be densely covered with medals and service ribbons.</i>
<i>Half a day we were wandering through unfamiliar streets,</i>
<i>feeling a light taste of paranoia on our lips.</i>
<i>And I was nervous,</i>
<i>because I could not simultaneously cope</i>
<i>with the clutch, the throttle and the camera.</i>
Hey lads!
We're from Minsk. Travelling around Belarus at bicycles with engines.
- Tell us what's up. - Normally.
- Normally? - The most normal says.
- Everything is dope. - Everything is wanly.
<i>Corner kids shared local news, which made us brace up even more.</i>
I don't know is it true or not, the man was wasted at Vostochka.
- They wasted him. - Just kicked.
- Killed him. - Seems, it's truth.
<i>As it was already getting dark,</i>
<i>we asked the guys to help with the overnight stay.</i>
<i>A sympathetic one volunteered to show</i>
<i>a relatively safe parking place for stray gringos.</i>
<i>In the nearest forest.</i>
- Can't believe. - Wow!
Too intensive gas mixture. See how it smokes? It's a mess.
- What do you think about the place? - It's incredible.
- Is this Dnieper? - Yes, it's Dnieper already.
So, a kind guy Dima from Orsha brought us to this glade,
Roma went with him to the city for food,
and I stayed to settle down.
The problem, of course, is that I'm alone here
and I'm worrying about our things,
because local people are still not known,
and maybe someone will want to steal something.
It's pitch-dark.
The catch is not rich, but I'm not a magician either.
<i>With the onset of darkness, a vague anxiety intensified.</i>
<i>From the thicket of the forest night rustles became to appear.</i>
<i>On this glade, cut off from three sides by the river, we were a seductive prey.</i>
What to mix with?
Damn, man, this is what I left home. I have no spoon.
- You have no spoon. - At all. And no fork.
- Do you have anything? - Nope.
- Neither one nor the other? - Neither one nor the other, dude.
- Seriously? - Seriously.
So what are we going to gobble up?
Well, to be honest, I cannot help but boast:
it's turned out like such a thing.
I bet mate that it will be the most awesome food in the world.
Beware, hot tea.
Bon appetite Boris.
Sit down, sit, sit, Borisik, take a sit.
And what will happen?
While you are sitting, you feel you eat with pleasure.
Damn, I've sat a bough.
With such a pleasure I'll eat now.
Long story short, it is very quiet here.
You can hear toads croaking.
Is it you making this sound with your feet?
It's me knocking with my feet with delight.
We've eaten so well.
It was tasty. You know,
I swallowed the first sausage without even noticing,
but decided to taste another one.
<i>Before going to bed, I put a wrench under my head, just in case.</i>
- Good night. - Ok good night Romka.
Hooray, it has worked!
And this is the camping.
<i>The morning dispelled our anxieties.</i>
<i>The lodging for the night really turned out to be an awesome one.</i>
<i>A new portion of macaroni with smoke,</i>
<i>sweet water from the spring and an ice bath freshened us up.</i>
- Cold? - Yes!
<i>The fresh air cleared the blood. The pulse increased.</i>
I'm finally begin to feel that we have escaped.
We escaped, and this is the reason for it,
it's got started.
<i>Now every road ahead can become the beginning of a new story.</i>
Come on! Go ahead!
This side the road goes, behind this building.
But it's written: "Except authorized vehicles".
But we are in enterprise vehicle, doesn't it look so?
It's not told which enterprise.
Our enterprise is better than this one.
Jump out here, here is the old German road,
through Dubrovno, Pakhovo, and farther.
Well, look in your computers.
I'm Hans.
- Hans? - Hans.
Little Hansy.
I'm Boris.
So tell us, how's the life here? In full swing? What's going on?
Life is ok, but our president, damn him…
I even can repeat it for TV. Maybe you will explain everyone.
Lukashenko… 80% voted for him. But he is not the President.
- Why? - Because we get nothing.
I work at the collective farm and I'm a beggar,
I do not get even a hundred fucking dollars.
- Kidding? - No, I don't receive even 100 dollars!
100 dollars I don't receive! At all.
And he says on telly
that the average salary in the country is five hundred dollars.
Lukashenko is not the president, he must be kicked out!
And all the pensioners are for him.
And we like scapegoats work for him, damn.
Because Lukashenko feeds only cops and pensioners.
Yes, I get 1.800.000 (Belarusian rubles), if only I, like a slave,
drag grain and shit with pitchforks.
I've been forking shit at that farm
and I've been given a million and a half for that. In Belarusian money.
But I can drink six bottles of wine at a heat.
Six bottles at a heat?!
And I can drink a bottle of vodka without stopping.
If you offer two buckets, he will drink this.
We need to look in at your place on the way back, to hang out.
- He will invite you. - I can drink.
Buy a bottle of wine and I'll drink it like a fruit-drink.
And is the shop far away from here?
- Here is the shop. - Let's go.
I am the only one left in the village.
- Only one? - Only one.
All the classmates passed to another world.
- But why? Seems too early. - I am the strongest man.
I have never been in hospital.
Hi Kolyan! How damn you grew up such a beard?
Go buy it.
Well, just a moment. I need to start the stopwatch.
Stopwatch...
Stopwatch. At the count of three. Ready?
- Come on. - One, two, three!
10 Seconds!
- Holly shit! Seriously? - 10:40.
Well Hans, this is cool!
A bottle of vodka will be finished the same way.
- Really? - Yes.
But it's very expensive for you.
To not lie, not to be unsubstantiated: 10 seconds and four-tenths.
- Well, guys. - Well, bye-bye. Keep shooting everyone.
- Dare or not? - We don't.
10 seconds!
Have a good time! Cheerio!
Holy shit!
Seems it is what've been looking for. No words.
<i>The sun was falling over the edge of the forest.</i>
<i>We had ridden about fifty kilometers for the day.</i>
<i>It's time to take care of the overnight stay.</i>
You see, here it will be difficult to put a tent,
- there are potholes and stones. - I'll walk there.
Maybe there's something here.
How is it possible to come up with idea to put a monument in the forest?
What a place!
<i>If I could read signs,</i>
<i>a lonely shabby moose monument in the forest</i>
<i>would surely tell me about something important.</i>
<i>At least, about the place we came to.</i>
<i>And by the way, we arrived at the village Bol'shoy Dyatel'.</i>
- How are you? - Fine.
<i>Sergey came out of the forest unexpectedly.</i>
<i>He immediately warned that it would be better for us not to camp here,</i>
<i>because one softhead had been already making inquiries about us.</i>
<i>Sergey suggested to take a few bottles of cheap red wine</i>
<i>and hide in his house.</i>
<i>We split up: Roma went to the store,</i>
<i>and I rolled the bikes to the shelter.</i>
<i>But the guys had been already waiting for at the store.</i>
I don't need it! I don't need it at all!
I've remembered them, Sonya!
<i>Sergey asked Roma to hide from view,</i>
<i>hoping that it would be easier for him to hush up the conflict alone.</i>
<i>But the village diplomacy failed.</i>
So what, how was it?
They said they would come tomorrow to break jaws.
And why will they come?
I hit him. Fuck him.
- Really? - Well, what else could I do?
How much damn I should romp?
Well it's a fucking shit. Why did he fuck with you?
Cause he is a fucking asshole!
You beat him and he stayed at these bushes?
No, he got up. And again grabbed my throat, damn.
What the fuck, I said! I'll kill you now bitch.
Fuck, kill me, he said.
He didn't let me go, he has strong hands.
The morons always have too much health.
Drive into the courtyard.
This is what the bottle sticker says: "Lucky Evening".
- Not so lucky, damn. - Hissing.
<i>Since there was a chance that we would be picked up on the pitchfork any minute,</i>
<i>we decided to tipple for courage.</i>
Roma.
<i>The smell of fried eggs and axunge attracted Lavren,</i>
<i>Sergey's neighbor, a former torpedo-submariner.</i>
<i>A men's conversation, strong like a knot, has begun.</i>
- The main thing is to break less. - Right.
Let's drink to that, to break less.
Well, Sergey, I would like to drink for you.
Wanna try axunge.
What a conversation you started with me. For kids.
I asked you to let my daughter come here.
I gave you fucking money fucking shit! Yes?
Well, guys, it's fucked up. You see?
- For own child? - She wants me to give money for my child.
For two – more, for three – even more.
- Do you have three? - Yes, three.
For the beauty of a woman's thigh!
For the beauty of a woman's thigh, perfect!
Well, fuck, if there would be no Lukashenko,
then Poles and Americans would have been here for a long time.
The Germans, damn!
Sergey will shoot me. Not like you! Do you understand?
All the way I've been going and shooting only you!
Do not change a hand.
- You listen. - Are we going tomorrow or not?
- I served under the ground, fuck. - And you fucked with women!
What women, I served underground, fuck you.
No, it's not much. You just have a smaller glass.
- You have a smaller glass. - Come on, for the road.
For the road. For it to be easy.
For good people to come across.
<i>The pacification was spreading over the veins.</i>
<i>Army, women, divorces, alimony,</i>
<i>changes, earnings in Russia, fishing and bathing -</i>
<i>such a long and immense life.</i>
<i>Sergey warmed us at his wide Belarusian bosom,</i>
<i>and the worries of the day were drowned in the eternity of the moment.</i>
Cheers!
- Cheers. - For tomorrow.
Come on guys. Now I see you both.
Fine fellows, eat after the drink.
<i>In the morning it turned out</i>
<i>that you can't just decide and leave Dyatel'.</i>
<i>To make the trip straight and easy</i>
<i>you should regale everyone and go to the bathhouse.</i>
This is let's say a classical composition:
Roma, shop, morning.
Well, yes, open it.
- Well, I don't want to. - Achoo! Fuck it in the nose!
- Bless you. - Thank you.
Baby, give me a paw.
- Vova, let's go home. - We'll go now.
- Damn it, dude. - Thanks.
A miracle did not happen?
It seems that the road has ended completely.
I would not go farther.
<i>Another half of the day we spent on getting out of this enchanted place.</i>
<i>Several times the road just broke off.</i>
<i>The motors were melting,</i>
<i>the bikes beneath us were literally falling apart from the shaking.</i>
At least I'm glad that it's just bolts.
- And where are you going? - We are going to Gorki.
Look out, the bike will fall. Beware, beware!
Right now, just getta fuck there...
Ride, ride... and then you will orient yourself.
There is Orsha, and there – Gorki.
Aha, everything has cleared up.
Now go straight. Around two kilometers.
There's a straight road, to the left, to the right.
- Thank you, we'll go. - You've helped us a lot.
- All the best, goodbye. - Buy.
All the best.
- Jump in. - Right now there will be asphalt.
Literally... well... in one kilometer.
Aha. Great.
Happy Independence Day, Gorki!
Sing and dance together!
Girls, you promised me to dance, so get up.
<i>The city of Gorki immediately slapped us on the cheeks.</i>
<i>The national holiday in honor of the Independence Day</i>
<i>was impressive with its scope and power.</i>
<i>Some amazing magic saturated everything around -</i>
<i>fish broth, shish kebabs and even a military orchestra.</i>
<i>"The painting" was drawn generously; oil was draining down the canvas.</i>
<i>There lives, there lives Galina in this house!</i>
<i>Introduced ourselves as journalists,</i>
<i>we settled into one of the cheapest hotels in the world.</i>
<i>A decent room consisting of two beds with clean sheets and a bathroom</i>
<i>cost less than a dollar and a half.</i>
<i>Refreshed after a cold shower, we broke into the carnival's epicenter.</i>
In a word, we are in Gorki. I've been pushed by a woman,
because she is very happy about the Republic of Belarus Independence Day.
People are celebrating, have a look, Boris.
<i>And here is again grey-haired night, I trust it only…</i>
Belarus! Be-la-rus!
<i>And here is again grey-haired night, I trust it only…</i>
I don't know the words, but it's so good!
<i>In a sweet night's darkness, I experienced what I had been always scared of -</i>
<i>an almost mystical unity with the crowd.</i>
<i>I was overwhelmed by blind folk bliss.</i>
<i>Seems I was watching neon movie, in which everyone around was happy.</i>
Please be quiet, let's prepare for the anthem.
<i>And for a moment I became treacherously happy.</i>
<i>As everybody there.</i>
All together.
<i>We, Belarusians, are peaceful people,</i>
<i>Wholeheartedly devoted to our Motherland</i>
Belarus! Belarus! Belarus!
Gorki! Gorki! Gorki!
Well, damn, it's very cool! Have you seen anything like this?
You look at people, and they really stand together
and sing the anthem, embrace each other, look at the firework.
And I've noticed only 10 policemen around.
We stopped in Gorki and, you know, we did not regret it.
<i>In the morning, the town of Gorki gave us another gift,</i>
<i>which called our entire future journey into question.</i>
<i>We lost my bicycle.</i>
- Come on, Roman. - Just do not eat.
One.
- Two. - Like a hamster.
Three.
Five.
Six.
- You did not say "Seven". - Seven.
Bring the second pack.
Ok bro, you've proved to everyone.
Fourteen!
<i>We are moving to the second act of our story.</i>
<i>The mutation started at the beginning of the game got out of control.</i>
<i>My bike was silent.</i>
<i>For no apparent reason, the ignition coil ceased to produce a spark.</i>
Okay.
<i>Leaving Minsk, we were joking</i>
<i>that one day our "tired horses" could not withstand.</i>
<i>The motors will wear out. Tires will wipe into dust.</i>
<i>It was fun to talk about it,</i>
<i>but in fact, everything turned out to be a serious problem.</i>
<i>The situation resembled a delirious dream.</i>
<i>We managed to break down on the fourth day of the trip.</i>
<i>So quiet and inglorious.</i>
<i>In addition, it became clear very soon that our chances of finding</i>
<i>accessories for Chinese engines in Belarus tend to zero.</i>
<i>We called dozens of shops,</i>
<i>including the one in which the engines were bought.</i>
<i>There were no such details anywhere.</i>
We can eat from this hole.
<i>The loss of the bike knocked me sideways.</i>
<i>For the first time ever, I sincerely thought</i>
<i>that overcoming three thousand kilometers on our heap of iron</i>
<i>wasn't the best idea.</i>
The heat seems to be near 35 degrees.
Very stuffy, nothing is ventilated.
We are waiting for the solution of our problem.
<i>We tried to buy a coil in Smolensk, asked acquaintances from China,</i>
<i>even found the contact of a local electrician "Tesla" by nickname,</i>
<i>but he went to work in Russia.</i>
<i>The heat was killing us.</i>
<i>The city died out, turning the memory of the neon night</i>
<i>into a crazy psychedelic trip.</i>
<i>Time slowed down. We were in no hurry anymore.</i>
<i>The girls from the nearby dormitory did not let us die of boredom.</i>
<i>Every morning I left a dollar and a half at the world's cheapest hotel reception.</i>
Hi.
<i>And with each new day there were less and less chances for salvation.</i>
- Come on, Roman. - Just do not eat.
<i>Three days later, the long-awaited way-out was found.</i>
<i>Help came from Minsk.</i>
<i>The new coil was extracted</i>
<i>from the burned engine returned under warranty.</i>
<i>By the first minibus it rushed to us to Gorki.</i>
<i>An exciting moment has come.</i>
So what? I'll hit the accelerator pedal on count of three?
- Go. - One, two, three.
Music for my ears, there is a spark, yes.
Win!
Going farther, Boris? Right now?
Yes. Right here and right now, I'm going for the bags.
I will not turn off, won't I?
Goddamit!
<i>We press on the trigger, sparing no gasoline.</i>
<i>I breathe deeply sweet air and exhaust gases.</i>
<i>Every hummock is a pain in the ass.</i>
<i>I even was missing this feeling.</i>
<i>Mstislavl'</i>
It is necessary to decide something. Make a decision, Boris, decide.
I'm making, I'm deciding, well.
Boris, decide it, decide it.
Dudes, do not rush me, it's Mstislavl'.
There is already dripping from above, in fact.
We need to bundle quickly.
Let's go out to find the lodging for the night.
<i>From the very first minutes in Mstislavl',</i>
<i>I did not let go the idea that this city needs an exorcist.</i>
<i>Lanterns produced a nervous tic, rare people moved with rush,</i>
<i>a strong wind was chasing debris and plastic bags over the asphalt.</i>
<i>Reality gently pushed off from the shore</i>
<i>and swam.</i>
I'm not really scared at all if we spend the night right here.
We'll lie neatly on the mats in the sleeping bags
and, fuck, with these lights, there's like a Las Vegas here.
<i>In the middle of the night our awning magnetized some guests,</i>
<i>who wanted to drink beer, nibble sunflower seeds a little and play UNO.</i>
That's a lot of guys have come to us.
All jolly, cheerful.
Hello Mom! It's me, son.
<i>By the mouths of random night strangers,</i>
<i>the city continued to lure us into its snares.</i>
You did not pass this place, if you are coming from Minsk.
Pustynsky Monastery.
There is a baptistery, you can swim.
Tell them about the most important feature.
An icon has appeared.
Yes, in short, well...
- An icon has appeared. - There was an icon, attention!
- Such a small intrigue. - Like some monk woke up,
goes into the room, an ordinary room, there was nothing on the wall,
he enters the room, in short, and an icon has appeared on the wall.
- The Image of Jesus Christ... - Whoa!
Experts, scientists took samples. They said it wasn't painted.
There are no deepings there on the picture, everything is just flat.
Pilgrims constantly go there, many people from Russia, from Ukraine.
<i>Two hours later, we were wandering in pitch-dark over a wet city.</i>
<i>One of the guys - Zhenya - promised to shelter us in his bathhouse.</i>
<i>Tired and sleepy, I was faintly thinking,</i>
<i>where I was and where was I trudging.</i>
Boris it's time to get up, day is breaking.
My neck's is asleep and nose is stuffy.
<i>The morning began with a breakdown.</i>
<i>The same incomprehensible, as it was the last time.</i>
<i>Roma's engine stopped, even though yesterday it was all right.</i>
Every day we have to change the ignition on our mopeds,
as it burns out every day.
<i>Desperation drove us to the shops.</i>
<i>In half an hour the new ignition coil was miraculously found</i>
<i>in the local hypermarket.</i>
<i>In a private pavilion between yarn and hair-dye.</i>
<i>Obviously, some kind of devilry was happening to us.</i>
- Say a few words. - We are in Mstislavl'
and we have an ignition, which we've bought in a regular store.
We ran around the whole Minsk,
and could not buy it, there is no such in Minsk.
Here is the chain for our motor, which also doesn't exist in Minsk reality.
Five shops were rung round, in no one there is such a chain.
And here it is.
<i>From that moment I had a strong feeling</i>
<i>that someone invisible had started a chess game with us.</i>
<i>It tickled my nerves.</i>
<i>As if you've felt a look in the back,</i>
<i>but you know for sure that there is nobody behind you.</i>
<i>Preparing for the new throw, I already knew</i>
<i>what our next move would be look like.</i>
Come on, let's go.
Bye.
Good luck, call and just ask if you need something.
Well!
For that until the very end of our way there will be not even a single breakdown,
and food will be good, healthy.
That's all, I'm starting a new life.
Fuckload, goddamit!
We should have been here about 4 hours ago.
Well, isn't that luck, Boris?
It's the luck you've been talking about. Let's go and see.
<i>Inside the broken abandoned church,</i>
<i>I realized that dashing time was ahead of us.</i>
<i>The lands around were bewitched.</i>
<i>And the baptistery won't help us to cope with mysticism.</i>
<i>The crumbling ceiling, the squinting spire,</i>
<i>the rotting bell tower -</i>
<i>all that was like signs, that we asked wrong gods for help.</i>
<i>In the remains of the temple something pagan,</i>
<i>primordial, animal lives.</i>
<i>A force, which name can not be remembered,</i>
<i>was settling between these walls.</i>
<i>We broke its peace.</i>
<i>And it seems that until the end of the journey it will follow us,</i>
<i>run on our heels,</i>
<i>draw in the air with its nostrils,</i>
<i>look at us from the darkness.</i>
<i>We were silent till the end of the day.</i>
<i>There were enough sounds around.</i>
<i>We silently prepared food,</i>
<i>silently ate,</i>
<i>silently spread out the tent.</i>
<i>And then the night began to speak.</i>
It's okay, guys. Everything is just fine.
Will we get into the car?
There are slightly more of us than it was designed for.
We'll expand it, let's go.
That's how the local rap-crew drives Audi.
Well, we're leaving.
We have normal Belarusian music playing.
- Well, you hear, right? - How many guys packed here!
Right now we'll show you, how flowers are watering.
Here all the people usually hang out, young people walk back and forth damn.
They like it.
Here all the parties are happening.
It looks like a church.
And just imagine, we're dancing here. And we make rap.
Hello!
Come on, let's roll by, we'll show. Here soon we will have new parties.
- What is it? - They've been building it for five years.
Almost quickly.
Here is a lake, a fountain. Beautiful.
- Not much youth, m? - Mhm.
It can be said that almost no youth. Only alkies.
We'll go to the place, where we can fucking get a fine.
<i>Town of Cherikov fascinated us</i>
<i>with its languid provincial emptiness from the first minutes.</i>
<i>It looked like a faded children's drawing,</i>
<i>in which people, houses and lawn hang in white sheet space.</i>
Here it is, the youth hiding.
Almost no people.
<i>What I felt did not have name.</i>
<i>The ambient reality had all the qualities of a good 8-bit game.</i>
<i>It was a city built of cubes.</i>
<i>Exhausted, like an old circus dog.</i>
<i>It was slowly crouching somewhere in my chest.</i>
<i>These guys made rap beats in Cherikov. That's all I wanted to know about them.</i>
<i>We patrolled empty streets together.</i>
<i>The speakers were choked with bass.</i>
<i>I felt again that I was a witness of something truly alive</i>
<i>and genuine.</i>
These are the fans. I'm tired of them.
We're going to the guys studio. The hottest rap is being recorded here.
In short, here is the place where all the music is thriving.
Here we record voice, this is a mike – a microphone.
My working place.
Here you can hang out.
This is also our track.
<i>I have music everywhere bro,</i>
<i>while you're listening to the music of trap,</i>
<i>I pull the trigger and all these bitches do a false start.</i>
It is not a cognac, it's a sort of a linctus.
And what are the linctus ingredients?
- Granny's herbs. - All this linden, you know.
Let's drink for guys, for their successful end of the trip,
shooting everything and receiving the Oscar award.
- Well, Roma... - For Oscar, dude.
Thank you men for chosen words.
Everyone here was telling me: "Fuck your rap!
You can't change anything here.
The quality is shit."
Now many soundmen of the region, who work in studio, envy me.
I began to rise slowly: a microphone, headphones, a studio paralon.
Made myself a studio.
Now we work hard, I created my rap band "Obsessed" by name.
I don't need an audience, I do not fucking need all this.
The main thing for me is people to understand my text,
what I put in it. I write with pain, really.
I wonder what to write,
then remember what moments I've had, and that's all, I start to create.
The main thing for me is to carry the texts message, chorus, all this.
And I do not fuсking need the audience.
That's the whole secret.
I've been in rap-producing and I'll keep on doing it.
<i>We've been in our journey for a week and more often meet people,</i>
<i>who really want to be heard,</i>
<i>who want someone trying to understand, share their pain,</i>
<i>truth and confusion.</i>
<i>Only a week!</i>
<i>And I already have so many unfamiliar vibrations:</i>
<i>strange stories, unusual feelings,</i>
<i>weird pictures, sounds and symbols.</i>
<i>I dissolve in this element, like a cube of sugar in a glass of tea.</i>
<i>I'm not sure that I'm making a film.</i>
<i>It seems I myself have long become a character in this naive cinematography.</i>
<i>The reality around is too cinematic,</i>
<i>and I shudder every time at the word: "Action"!</i>
I like you, when you're tipsy.
- Well... - You become a less ghoul.
Fella, I'm a ghoul for one simple reason –
we have bicycles, which, damn, break.
I already haven't the heart for it.
I'm riding and listening to every sound,
because this thing should break.
And what did you think, it's easy to love your Motherland?
Loving her is difficult, really difficult.
It's love through pain.
The heart aches, every organ aches –
you go, you look at all this, well, it's a complete collapse.
And then at the moment there is such a bang,
one brandy shot and you understand that, in general,
you love the Motherland just the way it is.
I have no more strength.
So you think it burned down?
Let's choose easy way out and look at the spark plug.
Do not break it with the wires.
It seems that the spark plug is ok.
Seems to be oil.
I just walked around the village
and found one Soviet moped with a D6 engine owner.
He said that tomorrow at the local market there will appear
one respected person, who sells the details.
- By local a Chechersk one is meant? - Well, yes, in Chechersk,
where we should go 30 km together with this crap.
Other there.
Boris, what is this strange sound?
Take a stick, Romka.
We fix it here... Wait, just don't go before me.
Let's synchronize.
Come on, come on.
Well, okay?
Yes, we're going-going, going.
Don't jam on the brakes.
If anything happens, throw a stick fucking away.
Ok, sir.
<i>We are quietly becoming wild.</i>
<i>The animal is already glancing from our eyes.</i>
<i>Everywhere I am one of the lads and everywhere I am a stranger.</i>
<i>I'm learning to sleep sensitively.</i>
<i>I'm angry when I'm hungry.</i>
<i>Nerves are bare, instincts awaken.</i>
<i>Seems I even began to see better in the dark.</i>
<i>Bikes are constantly breaking down.</i>
<i>Every time a miracle saves us.</i>
<i>After spending the night near abandoned church</i>
<i>Roma's motor started itself.</i>
<i>Under Krichev we soldered the magneto with a hot nail.</i>
<i>With small efforts new Chinese engines feed us every day.</i>
<i>Something resists us,</i>
<i>does not let to go any further than it's necessary.</i>
<i>The road through which we drove all the night, met a river.</i>
<i>According to the map, there was a bridge here before.</i>
<i>But now there is not.</i>
<i>This is no longer surprising. We are used to it.</i>
We will direct you. Look under your feet,
you can see where it's deep and where it's not.
Look, there may be pits.
Go straight, straight, straight.
The main is to carry your bikes then.
Well, in general it is possible.
- Will it be hard? - Well yes.
It's hard. But what can we do?
<i>I feel how our mission is simplified.</i>
<i>Now the main thing is to go further. To move forward.</i>
<i>Everything else goes into the background.</i>
Well, this is how the boys shorten
their life for a year and a road for fifteen kilometers.
<i>From day to day I turn on the camera more and more rarely.</i>
<i>Looking at what is happening through the lens,</i>
<i>you involuntarily interpret, instead of living.</i>
<i>You try to find something, instead of perceiving indivisible whole.</i>
<i>Trying to give a meaning to the things which have it over edge.</i>
Look out, look out!
That's all.
Fuck!
Guess what? Look at the handlebar.
<i>We will not find the details we need at the Chechersk market.</i>
<i>Of course, they will not be there.</i>
<i>But another guardian angel Kolya will go in his house yard to smoke,</i>
<i>and, noticing us, will fix Roma's broken bicycle.</i>
<i>Simply and without further ado.</i>
Kolya, you are our savior.
For the third time I say this but there are simply no other words.
<i>For the night we will park bikes in Kolya's house porch,</i>
<i>and in the morning we'll find pure spring water</i>
<i>instead of fuel in the gas tank.</i>
<i>Maybe it's a joke,</i>
<i>but maybe some locals really desperately need gasoline diluted with oil.</i>
<i>And then we will go along the exclusion zone for a great while.</i>
<i>At the very edge of our homeland.</i>
<i>I'll finally understand the beauty of this simple movement forward.</i>
<i>When there is only you, the road and the cold wind in your face.</i>
<i>When the present turns into the past very slowly and reluctantly.</i>
Here we are at home. Under the oak tree.
<i>When it's so easy for you that you want to pull a fuse out of your heart.</i>
It feels like a big city.
We damn go and go.
<i>This is Gomel. We are in a big city again.</i>
<i>Bad-smelling, feral, we absorb evening illumination,</i>
<i>listen to music, drink coffee.</i>
<i>There are a lot of people around.</i>
<i>I want to descry everyone.</i>
<i>Social Networks brought us to the guys from Cup of Peace coffee-stall.</i>
<i>In the parking lot near the usual city supermarket</i>
<i>they set-up an open air "camp",</i>
<i>where coffee and pies are for sale, movies and music are played.</i>
<i>For a few days their house will be our home.</i>
<i>We'll feel good here with them,</i>
<i>but our souls will be there,</i>
<i>walking the fields.</i>
<i>The city is noisy.</i>
<i>In the monotonous roar of wires, human voices and car tires,</i>
<i>it's hard to stay adequate.</i>
<i>Hard to concentrate.</i>
<i>There is no clarity,</i>
<i>just an endless runway.</i>
<i>Endless racing.</i>
<i>Here in the city, I realized one important thing -</i>
<i>it will not be any easy further.</i>
<i>And we will not be the same.</i>
<i>We are ready to go ahead.</i>
<i>And when our bicycles will finally die,</i>
<i>we will pour them gasoline from the canister,</i>
<i>set on fire and go on foot then.</i>
Know what I think about?
Traveling around Belarus at bicycles with gasoline engines
is a small copy of the round-the-world trip.
You go and go, it's bad, bad.
Then bang – and it's okay, bang – just very good!
Then a bang – you're like a stone thrown on the ground,
and you again wipe the snot and again you go, you go-go,
bad, worse, very bad, there's nothing to eat.
Then bang – a bag of apricots,
then bang – rain on the head.
If you believe in some kind of karma,
some kind of path, you must be either lucky or not.
And it turns out differently.
You're always either fucked up or the king of the world.
Now we're fucked up.
Well, you know...
It's not a total crap.
But wait, Roman, if I'm not mistaken,
then there's a real shit.
See how successfully I've turned the other way.
And bro, a loaf of your favourite bread.
I've rolled it into the Chechersk Herald.
"...and thanks Chechersk City Council
for assistance and participation in this event.
- Excellent. - "Signed below V. Bogdanovich".
I guess there will be no bad news in this newspaper.
Bad news in this newspaper don't exist, bro.
What a light, look. Look, what an unreal light.
God damn it, are we in paradise?
Or is this radiation so affecting us and our optic nerves?
- Awesome. - Close my feet, they are wet.
And thunder.
Thanks.
<i>With a cozy warm evening in the city of Mozyr</i>
<i>the third act of our story begins.</i>
<i>Everything which will happen to us here will be like a wonderful ritual.</i>
<i>Our guide through this severe experience will be Max.</i>
<i>His wide boxing back is looming ahead.</i>
<i>We have been driving from city to city,</i>
<i>from Lenin's monument to Lenin's monument for a week.</i>
<i>We slept where we were able to and ate junk food.</i>
<i>I still hold a camera in my hands, and the cinema inevitably consumes us.</i>
<i>Each new scene is less like a real life.</i>
We are in Mozyr, lads, and we've been already taken care of.
<i>Before leaving, we decided to dive into this life stream.</i>
<i>Absorb everything that we'll see,</i>
<i>agree to everything that the road will give us.</i>
<i>And for twenty days already</i>
<i>this stream has been taking us further and further into mid-ocean.</i>
<i>Max and his friends met us as dearest friends,</i>
<i>although we saw each other for the first time.</i>
<i>Great guys!</i>
<i>They forbade us to get money and warmly treated us.</i>
<i>We again were one of the lads in an unfamiliar city.</i>
<i>We again drank on an empty stomach.</i>
Guys, I think that now we aimlessly live our lives,
we do not build anything, there is no ultimate goal.
So I want to make a toast.
Let's drink for the eyes of people – youth, all people –
in our country to be finally lightened up.
Human life was given us for something. Not just for living.
So let's drink for an idea to appear.
For what it would be possible to struggle, for what to live.
Lukashenko, probably, would not be against of seeking for.
But he can not even speak out, what he wants to achieve.
- Fuck knows, what for. - But you seek.
Yes, that's what we drink for.
Let's drink for the national idea.
Ok. Max, deep thoughts.
Do you have a cucumber?
<i>We ourselves did not realize, how tired</i>
<i>and "worn out" we were at that moment.</i>
<i>We should pause.</i>
<i>To lie down somewhere in the bushes, to sleep off, to collect thoughts.</i>
<i>But in pursuit of the elusive meaning of our trip,</i>
<i>we did not allow ourselves to slow down.</i>
<i>And in Mozyr, time slipped out of hands</i>
<i>and reality finally crumbled into fragments.</i>
Not bad here, well, the embankment is beautiful.
People treat us with beer.
I won't drink it, because I'll get loaded.
<i>I remember the scenes, scraps of what happened to us.</i>
From my balcony you can see all this glow very well.
I call it hellish inferno.
In general, Mordor! Wow!
Friends, we are in Mozyr!
Now we'll refuel our tarantasses!
<i>I've never heard the fire burn so loud!</i>
<i>The monstrous angry machine was working without interruption,</i>
<i>throwing its poisonous rage into the air.</i>
<i>Poisoning forests, fields and the city.</i>
<i>It was hot all around, like in an oven.</i>
<i>Drunk and excited, we were dancing at the Gate of Mordor.</i>
- Whoa. - Hi guys.
<i>Then there were cleaning pits – stinking chemical swamps</i>
<i>that seemed to move in the headlights like living beings.</i>
- Ugh! It stinks so hard. - Yes, really, some technical crap.
I feel like in the future.
In the polluted future.
<i>I remember the scene in the club, where we were forbidden to shoot.</i>
<i>All night long we were drinking vodka</i>
<i>and seriously discussing how to steal a bride from a nearby cafe.</i>
Oh damn it's hard.
- Are you shooting or what? - Lads, fuck.
- I got shit-faced. - Hang on guys.
Now it's your problems guys. I'll go and dance damn it.
<i>This clear morning has put an unbearable burden on our shoulders.</i>
<i>My mind was passed through a meat grinder.</i>
<i>At the end it felt like putrid forcemeat with blood and onion.</i>
I'm listening to you, man.
Speak, I damn can't shoot anymore.
- Look. - On fumes here.
- Today... - There is a suggestion.
- Yes? - We're home. Can we have a drink?
Yes, we should.
- But the last, man. - And that is not enough yet.
Well, I haven't got a lot. Come along.
Well, Boris, let me shoot you.
How has it happened that you're lying like shit on the floor?
In fact, Boris, you can relax.
No, no-no-no. What does it mean, to relax?
- Where is the next dose? - Boris isn't giving up.
I'll crawl, I'll crawl, guys,
Around Belarus.
To be honest, guys, there is nothing special,
there's "Black Witch Doctor", balm.
Well it's good it's not a cologne, Max, but we are ready to support.
Seems to smell fragrant.
Something between alcohol and soy sauce. Once again.
That's all.
- What do we play? - We play the truth,
that in the fact none of cameras cannot record and show.
<i>Truth game has begun.</i>
<i>And I was lying on the floor trying to collect reality from the wreckage.</i>
<i>I'm trying to find at least some point of support.</i>
I do care, that I live in a country
where they treat people like idiots.
I would like people to be able to get advanced knowledge,
to gather somewhere, learn something,
learn that there is another life.
And not only this: get out of jail and start to work,
begin to blooze from despair,
because they understand something is wrong with the life,
but don't know what to do.
<i>And then I plunged into darkness.</i>
Boris, Borya.
Don't shoot. What for to do it?
Have anything to say?
Yes. My head is made of cast iron.
Not bad.
This water is really tasty.
- Is it from tape, ha? - Yes, from the tape, help yourself.
Don't worry, we all will drink it. It's a kind of Artesian.
So how are you dude?
It's very difficult to choose words in such a condition.
I can not do a damn thing in the head right now.
- So you should eat tightly. - Yes, yes.
And why have I come here?
Holy shit.
Max is like god.
Maybe we'll eat with spoons, and take salad from a common bowl.
Sun!
<i>At that very moment a butterfly fluttered</i>
<i>from my head's sore cocoon.</i>
<i>Standing here on the balcony, I suddenly realized</i>
<i>how much amazing naked beauty there was in everything I saw along the way.</i>
<i>But to feel it, I had to sink to the very bottom.</i>
I'll put you to bed, so you can have a rest.
Conditions: I'll turn a sofa…
It is ideal, we do not need anything else.
Go straight. Go into the shed.
Put it.
Lie down here.
Yes, it's OK, when I quarrel with my wife, I sleep here.
On the contrary, it is good, there are no mosquitoes.
Here, take eggs and drink them.
- Salt, I forgot fucking salt. - Fine.
Drink milk. Well, boys you are welcome to whatever I have.
Let me fucking drink fifty more grams and I'll go.
By the way there are no these crabs…
How do they call them? No mosquitos.
Well, your health. For your tourney.
Young lads, what the fuck you are doing.
It might be better to hang out with girls, but no,
you damn go around Belarus.
Why not? To see homeland.
What is there to look at in this homeland?
How does the city live, what's going on here?
And there is fucking nothing here, to be honest.
There's only fucking private entrepreneurs,
one robs another, get fucked.
People have left villages,
there are no jobs at the collective farms,
they take loans here, build apartments.
Have you seen, how damn many five-story buildings they've built? And what for?
You see how many young people are there,
seems a lot, nah, but what's the use out of them?
Only morons,
fuck and fuck, give birth to children.
And only because of that they live, because...
Where is my bottle? I'll give a fuck.
They damn live at the expense of that...
Here it is.
Due to the fact that she has given birth to children
and the state must pay for it. And nobody wants to work.
The parasites are all around. Hollyshit, frankly.
Why the fuck I came here from Rogachev?
What the fuck are you doing going around Belarus?
Answer my question.
- Nothing to do? - To see homeland.
You have to understand where you live, with whom you live and why?
Well, I'm a asshole? Tell me honestly.
No.
- That's it! - I feel linchpin personality.
So I am a true Belarusian.
I love my country, and I'll never give it away to fucking anyone.
Why do you love it?
Because I was born here. Not here, but in Rogachev.
Near the Dnieper I was born. And I know that this is my country.
I will fight for it in any way,
as you wish.
One does not give up their homeland.
- So bye. - Good night.
<i>I switch off the camera and the lights have gone out.</i>
<i>I'm falling asleep, but I'm not completely sure.</i>
<i>I am 5 again.</i>
<i>Refused to attend kindergarten.</i>
<i>I don't like to sleep in the afternoon and eat thorny cutlets.</i>
<i>I overset and am punished.</i>
<i>Everyone is going to sleep</i>
<i>and I'm sitting on the chair near the window.</i>
<i>It's getting quiet.</i>
<i>You can hear, how poplars rustle.</i>
<i>The day seems to be long.</i>
<i>I was left home.</i>
<i>Every day I get up, find food at a small hotplate,</i>
<i>look through the books, play with toys on a green carpet,</i>
<i>drive on an armchair with wheels along the room.</i>
<i>When it gets scary</i>
<i>I climb up the kitchen table and listen to the radio.</i>
<i>During the holidays me and my parents go to the city center.</i>
<i>The fountain is roaring, loud music is playing</i>
<i>and people are walking on the wide hot square.</i>
<i>I am drinking cold lemonade and waiting for</i>
<i>the high metallic carnation red bulbs near the dead warriors memorial</i>
<i>to be lighted up.</i>
<i>This is a huge flower!</i>
<i>Much more higher than everything on the square.</i>
<i>Heat. Me and my friends are going to swim.</i>
<i>We have been riding bicycles across meadows for a long time.</i>
<i>The air is getting hot.</i>
<i>Hand-made wheel spoke cards wirral.</i>
<i>We're sweeping through the dust and knock down sunflowers heads.</i>
<i>Then I dive into cold water.</i>
<i>I remember well enough exactly this moment,</i>
<i>the moment, when sounds and smells have disappeared.</i>
Forgive me mom!
Boryan, just do not break the barge.
Go with the camera through the center just right there.
Journey!
Misha, jump in here.
One, two, one, two.
Forward, aboard, one-eyed!
That's enough to lift.
Ah beauty!
Pull back.
Enough! Enough!
So what?
We almost arrived at the point, only in that direction.
Clear.
<i>Sometimes you're looking for something</i>
<i>which has already been with you for a long time.</i>
<i>Something, you have known from the very beginning, but forgot.</i>
<i>And when you find it again, plunged deep inside you,</i>
<i>words lost their sense.</i>
<i>You just can't tell about it.</i>
<i>Everything you will try to explain others,</i>
<i>will sound falsely.</i>
<i>Cinema has finally swallowed you.</i>
- How are you, bro? - Great, fuck! How am I?
We burned or did not burn, how to understand.
I'm generally wet to the skin.
All is wet, sneakers are so fucking wet.
Look, T-shirt.
<i>47 days on the road.</i>
<i>Very little is left.</i>
The bicycle continues to break,
even now it's getting crumbled right before our eyes,
the spokes fall out, something crunches.
Joints crunch,
they accumulated a lot of salt and sand.
A lot of shit.
I was sitting home, then I felt a click and that's all –
I moved here. Just at a certain moment.
- And then you met us. - Yes-yes-yes.
We are in Vitebsk, guys,
Around Belarus at bicycles with engines.
And we met this lad. What's your name, bro?
My name is Radosvet ("joy and light").
I'm where the party is, because I'm the party.
So let's party hard, bro.
- Speak up. - Pour out your soul.
What hurts?
This is the calm that can not affect or shock, just be,
and everything happens easily and effortlessly.
These are words from silence.
I do not know what I'll talk about, I just speak
and the words speak themselves.
The mood is excellent, the mood of the gods from Mount Olympus.
No effort, bro, fuck, everything is so fucking awesome!
The present moment is delightfully beautiful.
Nothing is needed, everything just happens.
I could want it, but it already exists.
The universe takes care of everything and everything is cool.
It's great. Good luck to you, player!
<i>Something has pulled me this side.</i>
<i>I'm roaming on the dry grass.</i>
<i>My sleeves are dirty.</i>
<i>Wet underwear is on the rope.</i>
<i>It is drying.</i>
<i>Nothing has changed here.</i>
<i>Except getting more quiet</i>
<i>and the fact the houses dived deeper.</i>
<i>They have been filled with meaning.</i>
<i>The sun is setting, but windows don't light up.</i>
<i>Now I may close my eyes</i>
<i>and go relying on hearing.</i>
<i>I'm walking.</i>
<i>I feel easy.</i>
<i>Easy and calm.</i>
<i>The warmth of warmed ground is in the air.</i>
<i>My journey has finished.</i>
<i>I'm coming back to the point I have gone from.</i>
<i>Now I recognize everything that surround me.</i>
<i>Every path and every rustle.</i>
<i>The heart is beating more slowly.</i>
<i>I've found it.</i>
<i>After all I've found it.</i>
So Boryan, give me a five.
Remember me!
Around Belarus were riding Boris Nikolaichik and Roma Svechnikov
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