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Saûn-phaåm  Phaàn giôùi-thieäu  Maãu cuûa moät baøi vaên  Chuyeån-dòch 

Saûn-phaåm




Phaàn giôùi-thieäu


Belorussian is the language of the new nation of Belarus, which borders Poland and whose capital is Minsk. Though similar to Russian—so much so that some consider it merely a dialect of Russian—it has been given official status in the country, and thus documents, books, and periodicals are published in it. There are about 7 million speakers. The alphabet contains the non-Russian letters i and y.

Actual native speakers of Russian say that they don't understand Belarusian when they hear it spoken and they are not able to read it at all. There are some similar end even identical words in the both languages, but beyond this, the languages are quite different.


Belarusian ñöôïc xöû-duïng trong nhöõng quoác-gia sau ñaây:
Ba-Lan, Belarus, Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine.

Language Family
Family: Indo-European
Subgroup: Slavic
Branch: Eastern


Baûn quyeàn © Kenneth Katzner, Nhöõng ngoân ngöõ treân theá-giôùi, xuaát baûn bôûi Routledge.


Maãu cuûa moät baøi vaên




Chuyeån-dòch


The partisans jumped aside, as if by command, when the mother approached. Aged, bent over, in a black kerchief—I remember, I can see her even now—Marina stood for a long time beside each grave, staring into the faces of the dead. No, she did not cry. Now and then her parched lips moved. What was she saying? Was she reciting a prayer? Or cursing the killers? I was worried : had her mind become clouded from grief?

—IVAN SHAMYAKIN, Snowy Winters