The lost world
• The lost world
The roots of every civilization grow from the village. These roots nourish the tree of life, they are deep and invisible. They are invisibly present in us in the form of ancient images and archetypes, despite the fact that life is violently rushed to the city ...
Here is a sketch of the Russian forest village wins and lost in the Bryansk forests, and over time.
The main thing in the house - mother Russian oven. She will feed, and dry, and sleep tuck. Here almost every day early in the morning belching smoke from the chimney, so dancing on the walls of the hut red glare. It cooks food for themselves and cattle, Charcoal baked bread on the bed dried apples and herbs. Oven to the same and treats: bone warms and illness pull.
Morning in the forest village. Distributed around the avian chorus surprisingly harmonious with cries of roosters and mooing cows. In the air, feel the faint smell of smoke from the Russian stoves ... I must say that I had lived near the village on the forest ranger station, but appeared in Chuhraev often studying and removing the original life. At first, the locals are very surprised at my strange for them to engage in, and the camera lens itself with funny they called "pribaturiey". But after a couple of months I became a kind of "their", could even spend the night in any house, but the camera itself, they have not noticed ...
In a small Russian log hut no superfluous things, asceticism and eating soup with potatoes and fried bacon. In the corner of the icon are required, and in the morning and evening - prayer before them. On the walls - pictures of relatives, living and dead. Probably, such a patriarchal hut - a small universe - the ship of life that has survived many storms - and on board is very cozy and warm.
Go whether the clock? The house only watch, and they constantly stop, but it does not matter. Everything here is subject to natural and circadian rhythms. Life is measured and simple, it may even seem boring urban man.
The sun rises: the cat walks in the hallway - the hostess is waiting - or rather, a bowl of milk. Then he would go back to sleep in the hayloft.
The morning on the porch of the hut. It looks like summer shoes, but in the course of more than rubber boots ...
In the outskirts of the village - the world of wildlife, but there is no clear boundary, it is blurred. Now the cows, and early in the morning you can see deer, wild boar is not afraid of humans, they are even necessary to protect the gardens. The guest list of the forest can be listed for a long time: moose, wolves, foxes, ferrets, weasels, hawks, sparrow, bears ...
A village in the morning mist. Of course, the very simplicity of life, cut off from the "big world" and the proximity to the wild make these elderly people open, easy to communicate, even naive. Life in the village - a leisurely and contemplative at times. And some amazing blessed spirit hovers over this place.
For hundreds of years, our ancestors moved with the help of horses. In the photo: a trip to the neighboring village. The hostess does not waste time in vain - on the way to collect medicinal herbs - St. John's wort. Even in the late summer, the horse and the people more attacking mosquitoes. For them - this floodplain woodland - an almost perfect habitat.
Mother moose killed by poachers, calf beaten to herd cows and went into the village. The picture shows the calf awaiting his morning portion of milk.
Milking cows. Though contain cow is very difficult, but without it - even more difficult. This animal does not only milk, but also the opportunity to fertilize the ground garden manure, and so getting consistently good harvest of vegetables. It is interesting that there is no refrigerator in the house. Instead of it - a bucket of cold water to which milk is put in glass jars. And then it's sour cream, and yogurt, and cottage cheese, and shoot down the hostess - unusually tasty butter. Milk is added to the dough for baking homemade bread in a Russian stove, watered milk calves, give it to all pet ...
If the owner is not present, all have to do the most - to harvest and chop wood, mow hay and clean, controlled with a horse.
autumn work in the garden. Pictured: Pumpkin transferred to the cellar. Locals do not use the word - the harvest, and they say - the land of freaks. This respect for the earth as mother of all growing on it.
Gray Flycatcher make a nest right in the old bast. A dozen species of wild birds nest near the village yard.
In the village well.
The locals wash in wooden barrels. It happens rarely, a few times a year, before the big church holidays.
The water is heated in an oven, first clean the host, then the hostess. In the picture: for the washing process is closely watching a pig.
on the Broad River Forest Nerussa.
The young cat returns home with the production of the fence of the village yard.
The village is located in the floodplain Chuhraev Nerussa river and during the spring flood water can fill the village, so all the houses were built on a hill. It is no accident here favorite shoes - rubber boots.
According to these roads - sleigh in winter, and the cart - in summer - the best transport. For many years the village was accessible only on the tractor or ATV good.
The most difficult job in a year - it's hay.
The grass must not only mow manually oblique, but also dry it in the sun, and then - to collect in the stacks, and then sealing them in the hay, moved to the stack. Next, the stack must be delivered to the yard. It takes a lot of time and energy. In addition, in the evening and in the morning - "bite" mosquitoes, which in the humid forest zone of active all summer, and during the day - attacking gadflies and horseflies ...
Mow the morning, the dew. The main thing - sharp scythe, so every ten minutes made tool sharpening, well, at the same time - a short rest.
To the rain did not come, do mop higher. Later, when the hay compacted, you can pull off or bring their stacks in stack or barn.
The consequence of the former collective farm - a powerful collective principle makes residents meet regularly, not only to work, but simply - to discuss the news. We can say that this forest village - one big family where everyone has in common with all beliefs, attitudes and thoughts.
In the courtyard of the hen pecks mosquitoes and flies straight from the cow.
Here live and wild creatures. Thus, the manure is very appealing to snakes - as "incubator" for their eggs. Here often crawl and most intruders - viper.
The farm allows the villagers to be autonomous and independent of the outside world. Bacon, potatoes, eggs, cow's milk - the basis of power. And as a supplement to the diet in the warm - a variety of vegetables and herbs, and of course, forest products - berries, mushrooms. In forest lowlands winds hops - are local moonshine. Without homemade vodka does not do any one event in the village is - chuhraevskaya currency - the equivalent of labor.
The spring and beginning of summer - the peak of the mosquito. Milk yield is significantly reduced.
From mosquitoes everyone suffers. New and new hordes of these insects come from the surrounding marshes - and of whom there is no salvation.
A good way to protect against mosquitoes - to get into a puddle of mud and smear it. And then you can take a nap in the sun ... The presence of the pigs, and even more - required in every village yard. Their presence - a reliable guarantee of survival: the state old has long did not count ...
by ford Moving through the forest River Nerusso.
Ancient hunting with spear and torch still practiced, although much povybili fish poachers with electric rods.
and firewood, and building materials - from the forest, right on the outskirts. The picture shows the delivery of the wood oak pillars.
The Easter holiday in the countryside. Old women put on their best outfits. The picture shows the communication between two neighbors, one of them - a blank.
Heavy share of Russian women in the village.
This constant care and exhausting labor on the farm. It hopes only on themselves. And this portrait, perhaps - is the very image of Russia - the country's long-suffering, but - good and wise.
The path to the garden.
Chuhraev village is surrounded by dense forests and swamps, where storks nest in discreet black. In the photo: a young black stork on the edge of the village sat down to rest after the hunt.
These pictures in this essay - this is not the picture story and chronicles a dying village. Simply an attempt to stop the time, by means of photography to tell about the lives of our ancestors, dating back to oblivion.
The potato with bacon - a favorite food of local residents. Put the plant over and over. All summer people are fighting for the potato crop: weed it from weeds, spud, collected and etched Colorado beetles. In the photo: digging potatoes in the basket.
A resident of the village in the evening looking for horses. Left hut with the signed order logs for export to other settlements.
On the door of the hut - a large castle here for a long time no one lives, and a wooden roof is leaking in many places.
Burning ownerless things of sawn wood on the house is symbolic - in front of an entire era disappeared.
Time does not regret the wooden structure. First the roof collapses. Night of Russian log hut you can watch the stars.
In contrast to the structure of stone and brick, Russian log hut did not live much more human, and no man is destroyed in 15-20 years. Soon this place will grow high nettles.
Before going to sleep at Russian furnace. When the meager pensions have to save electricity, and it is served intermittently. A kerosene lamp - reliable and proven difficult at times. In this image, and it ends with my essay about the patriarchal village - the fading world of our ancestors.