December 3rd, I got snow!
Well, like snow, a parody of snow.
So I decided to take a moment and arrange a walking tour for myself.
Well, click like, who loves walking tours?
Why a walking tour in such a gray bad weather?
And I am so simple...
I do not choose the best weather, always ahead!
And I have no regrets...
This is our Victory Avenue, or rather one of the parts of the avenue ...
The avenue serves as a great pastime for those who love to ride a skateboard, rollerblades, scooters ...
Usually there are many children and parents on the avenue ...
But in the photo there is morning, fog and snow with rain ...
In the morning, as soon as I came out, the snow was still lying.
Later, when I returned home, a heavy fog descended with rain ...
There is no trace of the snow!
But we go further ...
Today I decided to take a little public transport ...
The fact is that the weather today is just not pedestrian ...
Due to the fact that there are puddles on the sides of the road and I would have to walk through mud or puddles, I preferred to get to the Nut Grove by public transport ...
We had to wait a long time for public transport, we have a problem with that.
Transport between the city districts is poor.
The city is long and our traffic interchange is very problematic!
But after about 40 minutes, bus number 302 arrived and I drove to my destination ...
I arrived quickly and started my walking tour right away!
Got off the bus and immediately smell the village.
The smell of stove heating, dogs barking, a cock crowing ...
Then I remember my grandmother's village.
And then I realized why I love to go to such places.
Not just looking at the ruins and ruins, but also understanding ...
I would like to understand why everything breaks down and is not built here ...
This is not the first time I pass by this building and it is always interesting to look inside, but ...
But even when I came close, I did not dare to go there, somehow everything is shaky there ...
Since there are ruins around, as after the war, why not go to the grave ...
The grave of a soldier who died in World War II ...
Almost everything is nearby, ruins and a grave for a soldier ...
At the end of the post I will add a video about my trip today!
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I gave a deep bow to the Soldier, I began to continue on my way ...
Ruins, devastation, and so I reached Old Ingulets ...
Yes, this photo can be called that.
Here everything fit into one photo.
Here is a stop, here is a shop and here is a market.
This is where you can schedule appointments and gatherings for local residents, of which there are not so many.
Yes, you can have coffee here.
Only locals can appreciate the value of this photo.
Then there was the Ingulets river.
There was fog and snow.
There was an automobile road.
On it occasionally cars passed and I walked.
Walked straight, walked and enjoyed
There were stops, but I was not expecting anyone there.
I just love the old.
There is something magical about old things.
Most likely memory.
And here I thought for a moment, but old stops can also store information ...
Just think about how much in life this stop has managed to see
Then there were a lot of interesting things, but this is really a lot and it needs to be told in a different format ...
Probably need to come up with some kind of fairy tale!
But while I think the final goal has been achieved - these are the Shirokovsky bridge and the Ingulets river
On this note, I will conclude my review of the walking tour.
I will only say that I have walked only 14,000 steps ...
So, there are many advantages here:
saw snow
saw the fog
saw the rain
saw the world around
burned calories
breathed in fresh, frosty air
Well, with me, video bonus!
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Any of your activities!
