Ponderings

Expressions of Russian romantic soul, longing and melancholy are closely intertwined with sounds of nature.

“(…) it seems puzzling, for whom waves are roaring here, who will hear them at night, what they want, and, finally, to whom they will be crying when I am gone. Here, on the shore, not simple thoughts prevail, but pondering; dreadful and, at the same time I want to stand here forever, look at the unvarying motion of waves and listen to their terrible roar.”
“Sakhalin Island” by Anton Chekhov

I am trying the catmint with great expression

I am trying the catmint with great expression

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