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My favourite writer
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin is a great Russian poet and every person in our country knows his works very well from an early age. Just like many other children, I grew up listening to his wonderful fairy tales and started to love them with all my heart since I was little.

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Кучко Виолетта 

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Кучко Виолетта 

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My favorite belarusian writer is yakub kolas.

Real name Konstantin Mikhailovich Mitskevich. He was born on November 3, 1882 in Stolbtsy. he died on August 13, 1956 in Minsk. He had two children Daniel and Mikhas.  Belarusian Soviet writer, playwright, poet and translator, public figure. One of the classics and founders of the new Belarusian literature. People's Poet of the Byelorussian SSR. The work of the national poet of Belarus Yakub Kolas makes up a whole era in the history of Belarusian literature. He is rightfully considered the founder of national prose, although the prose writer also wrote poetic masterpieces - the poem "New Land" and "Simon the Musician". The life and work of this man became a significant contribution to Belarusian culture.

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My favorite writer is A.S. Pushkin. Here is his biography. Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin is a Russian poet, playwright and prose writer who laid the foundations of the Russian realistic trend, literary critic and literary theorist, historian, publicist, journalist; one of the most authoritative literary figures of the first third of the 19th century.

Крутых Руслан

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A jolly young fellow from Yuma
Told an elephant joke to a puma;
Now his skeleton lies
Beneath hot western skies -
The puma had no sense of huma.

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Крутых Руслан

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Крутых Руслан

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There was an old man of Ancona,
Who found a small dog with no owner,
Which he took up and down,
All the streets of the town;
That anxious old man of Ancona.
My favorite works of A.S. Pushkin Caucasian Captive, The Captain's Daughter. He also wrote to Nyan, The Bronze Horseman

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There was a Young Lady whose chin, Resembled the point of a pin; So she had it made sharp, And purchased a harp, And played several tunes with her chin.

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There was a clever old miser who tries
Every method to e-co-no-mize.
He said with a wink
"I save gallons of ink
By simply not dotting my i's

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in my new house

run little gray mouse

quickly quickly,  she fell of her chair!

а mouse named Rose, has grown small hair

there is a strange mouse in my new house

кучко виолетта

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Whoo look what I got
Sicker than you
Bigger than you
I got it
mouth your shut

карвецкая полина

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1.

I went out into the street
For I really wanted to meet
My best friend
But I heard it's "the end"
In her eyes is read

2.

A lot of people are fat
But they can't be called sad
And you can't call it bad.
They have nothing to add
But not all people are fat

3. Jokes are different
They are both funny and not funny.
They are like a bunny
They are sunny
When is the end

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There was an old Man with a flute
A sarpint ran into his boot
But he played day and night
Till the sarpint took flight
And avoided that man with a flute
Загорцев Михаил

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There was an Old Man of Peru,Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.He awoke in the nightIn a terrible frightAnd found it was perfectly true!

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There was an Old Man of Peru,Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.He awoke in the nightIn a terrible frightAnd found it was perfectly true!

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Паша Маевский