Seliger. A terrible picture
The path to Seliger was a thorny . Even before going, so, in between, the bus driver stacked that the road we will go on the 15th century was not repaired. I thought: exaggeration. Until I woke up from a terrible shaking. Looking out the window, I was surprised: indeed, a medieval tract is one sand and potholes. It was difficult to call it dear. “Symbol,” I thought, “this is how the path to the Potemkin village should look.” We arrived in the early morning: nothing is visible around, rain.