Yesterday I went to Zubovsky, 2 - to a wonderful exhibition of photographs from the beginning of the century, from the collection of Sergei Chelnokov. Then he drank coffee and talked about beauty with his heir, great-grandson, and organizer of the exhibition. And he told me a simple and amazing story. He told me several of them, and each one is another diagnosis for the country. Well, for example, about hundreds of unique old photographs - still on glass!