Viktor Kirillov, no, not yours, that's a Nizhny Novgorod story; they often show that little church.
North Russian, Well, I'm not talking about the church, but about the river. At this time, the central Russian landscape resembles the steppe in August, with its "sun-scorched grass" and the distant forest not jarring with its vulgar greenery, and the river isn't deep or wide, with steep clay banks, like my own steppe river from childhood.
Well, I'm not talking about the church, but about the river. At this time, the central Russian landscape resembles the steppe in August, with its "sun-scorched grass" and the distant forest not jarring with its vulgar greenery, and the river isn't deep or wide, with steep clay banks, like my own steppe river from childhood.