Buslaevo is the last village on the old tract before crossing the asphalt road.
As soon as I left the forest for an open space, I immediately got out of the car and froze.
There was a special atmosphere in this village.
It's cozy, but there is an oppressive depressive note.
It's like I'm somewhere far north.
I have seen similar views more than once in the paintings of artists.
This village also reminds me of a steep ascent-descent (depending on how you look).
The road generally follows a straight line, but immediately after this village it turns off and leads to another village.
And all because the Shardenga River turns.
One more time, she will come close to the road in the village of Podvolochye and go far into the forest, where she will get lost in the endless swamps. Therefore, all intersections of the tract with an asphalt road are associated only with the terrain.
In the early 2000s, five people lived in Buslaevo, but now even summer residents do not stop by, judging by the appearance of the village.
As usual, there are ten houses here, but most likely there were more.
There are also huge five-walls with mezzanines and carved balconies.
The last house is on a slope.
And again the road goes down, and then it goes up again.
And now count the number of villages and the distance between them (I wrote) and imagine how the path goes: it went up - a village, went down, went up again - again a village.
It turns out that the hills go like waves and people settled on each peak.
After feeling from the atmosphere, I would even say, from the energy of Buslaevo, all other villages seem to be some kind of intermediate.
To be continued...
