To the village to the grandmother: picturesque Smolensk region through the eyes of a journalist "MK"
Far from the big cities, behind the curtains with embroidery, rickety casings and creaking gates hides a completely different life. Here, time is measured not by deadlines, but by dawns, the cries of roosters and the slow step of the local inhabitants. Here's a big Smolensk cat. He is in a hurry, all his life belongs to him. And a little further, at the doorstep, the dog faithfully waits for the owner with intelligent eyes, in which all dog devotion and wisdom are read. This photo report is about the quiet corners of the Smolensk region.
Far from the big cities, behind the curtains with embroidery, rickety casings and creaking gates hides a completely different life. Here, time is measured not by deadlines, but by dawns, the cries of roosters and the slow step of the local inhabitants.
Here's a big Smolensk cat. He is in a hurry, all his life belongs to him. And a little further, at the doorstep, the dog faithfully waits for the owner with intelligent eyes, in which all dog devotion and wisdom are read.
This photo report is about the quiet corners of the Smolensk region.



