LIKE A DANDY OF LONDON DRESSED AS A SOLDIER OF LOVE IN SPRING

"It's not over yet. Breathe." "I'm breathing." "Breathe, so that particles of ash or dust don't scorch the sprouting shoots on the alveoli of the suffering soul. So that the bitter ash doesn't settle on the heart like a sinister black soot. Breathe! And carry within you the light that was bequeathed to you, remembering no evil."

"It's not over yet. Breathe." "I'm breathing." "Breathe, so that particles of ash or dust don't scorch the sprouting shoots on the alveoli of the suffering soul. So that the bitter ash doesn't settle on the heart like a sinister black soot. Breathe! And carry within you the light that was bequeathed to you, remembering no evil."

To the rain, pouring out fine pollen, to kiss it, to look at the stubble and the road. To search for a causal connection between them, to lean my back against a withered birch tree, believing neither in goodness nor in God

To the rain, pouring out fine pollen, to kiss it, to look at the stubble and the road. To search for a causal connection between them, to lean my back against a withered birch tree, believing neither in goodness nor in God

You're just walking along and suddenly, in the familiar din of the street, you discern a quiet sound, and it becomes poetry: the slow pace of the morning, crusty Khrushchev-era buildings, a lilac bush, wet snow, a person at the bus stop

You're just walking along and suddenly, in the familiar din of the street, you discern a quiet sound, and it becomes poetry: the slow pace of the morning, crusty Khrushchev-era buildings, a lilac bush, wet snow, a person at the bus stop

Königsberg doesn't reveal itself immediately. It leads deeper—through narrow streets where lanterns flicker as if alive, and further, to where the fog becomes thicker than thoughts.

Cobbled street and cathedral (Belgium)

Cape Elizabeth This place is one of the most difficult to access. The lighthouse of the same name is located almost two kilometers away. The weather conditions here are unique, with complex currents and winds in the sea. Getting to the cape requires a great deal of effort.

alleys

Königsberg doesn't reveal itself immediately. It leads deeper—through narrow streets where lanterns flicker as if alive, and further, to where the fog becomes thicker than thoughts.

Rare photos from inside the Pillau Lighthouse in Baltiysk 👀🌟 Just imagine, this beauty is 212 years old!

Rare photos from inside the Pillau Lighthouse in Baltiysk 👀🌟 Just imagine, this beauty is 212 years old!