Road to Kinerma

When you leave the metropolis in which you have lived all your life in an unknown direction, then there is just a path, but there is no goal. Consciousness draws images of the mystical Central Russian Middle Ages. An unknown chthon lives in dense forests, a crazy grandfather makes children out of logs and puts them along the road.
The goal turns out to be a remote village in Karelia. It’s the same life there as everywhere else. But there are exceptions because of which you want to stay there forever. There is no constant rush for the ghost of well-being. You don’t see your neighbor’s back, you see his smile. And here you are sitting together, drinking tea and singing songs.