Province (outside and inside)

As a child, I loved to look at the evening windows of houses, glowing with a cozy warm light, and imagine the atmosphere of the rooms, the people who live there. Over time, I managed to visit a lot of places, but I still have that childish thrill and interest when crossing the threshold of someone else's home. In small towns and villages, people can still easily invite you to visit – offer to warm up or just out of curiosity. It can be either a century-old wooden hut with carved platbands, or an old rusty wagon where there is nothing but melted bourgeois and boiling water. And each house accommodates a whole world created by those who live in it.