Brnabić: Spremna sam da napravim prvi korak i pozovem Plenkovića u Beograd

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Brnabić: Spremna sam da napravim prvi korak i pozovem Plenkovića u Beograd


Premijerka Srbije Ana Brnabić poručila je sa Samita 16+1 u Dubrovniku da se nada zvaničnom sastanku s hrvatskim premijerom Andejem Plenkovićem.

"Ja sam otvorena za razgovore. Nadam se da ćemo uskoro dogovoriti neki bilateralni susret... Srbija je stvarno životno zaintersovana da imamo jednu bolje povezanu, stabilniju, sigurniju regiju, da ne postoje političke trzavice koje ne odgovaraju nikome'', rekla je Brnabić.

Dodala je da je ona spremna da prva uputi poziv za zvaničnu posetu Beogradu.

"Ja nemam problem da napravim taj prvi korak, tako da ću ga svakako pozvati'', rekla je Ana Brnabić.

http://rs.n1info.com/Vesti/a475910/...rvi-korak-i-pozovem-Plenkovica-u-Beograd.html

:bravo::bravo::bravo::bravo::bravo::bravo:
 
брнаба је из трилатерале, значи рокфелер, не ротшилд, а рокфелер није Јевреј као што су причали, стари мађарски ситни новац се звао фелер, крупнији форинта. иначе се некад говорило да је нешто фелерично, има недостатак, зашто нисам успео да пронађем
 
Our beautiful homeland,
O so fearless and gracious,
Our father's ancient glory,
May you be happy forever.
Beloved, how glorious you are,
You are beloved, our only one,
Beloved, wherever you are plain,
Beloved, wherever you are mountain!
Clear sky, clear forehead,
Gentle people, mild nights,
Hot summer, hard work,
Clear waters, clear eyes:
Great mountains, great people,
Red faces, red vines,
Mighty thunders, mighty limbs; -
This is our homeland!
Sickles are reaping, scythes sweeping,
Old man is busy, counting sheaves,
Carriages are creaking, carrying flour ,
Bride knits and breastfeeds a child;
Cattle are grazing, horn is heard,
Oj, oj it rings, oj into darkness,
To the fire, youth and elders are going;-
Here's our homeland!
Light in the dark shines far,
All over cheerful meadow,
Songs are loudly echoed by hills,
Lovers are singing to tamburica:
They dance the kolo, lively kolo,
On the hill, and in the valley,
Youth is dancing all around;-
We are, my friend, in homeland!
Is it the fog what hides the Una?
Isn't that our peoples awful screams?
Who prays for death?
The freeborn, or the slaves?
"It is war, brothers, war, heroes,
Grab your rifle, take a saber,
Saddle your horses, let's go infantrymen,
There be glory, where ours are!"
Gales roar, fog is lifting,-
Dawn breaks, darkness runs,-
Sorrow fades, joy arrives,-
Hello freedom, - enemy lays!
Be joyful, sad mother,
Your brave sons have fallen,
Like heroes, like Croats,
Shedding blood for homeland!
Flow, fast Sava, flow,
Nor you Danube, lose your power,
Wherever you're murmuring, tell the world:
That a Croat loves his home,
Whilst the sun warms his fields,
Whilst winds lash his oak trees,
Whilst graves cover his fallen,
Whilst his living heart is beating.
 

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