Three pictures of Osh City in 2008

This is the sequel of my Central Asian photographs series. On the first photo you see a street of the ancient Osh City, which is situated in Southern Kyrgyzstan. This photograph was made in late May of 2008, as well as the other two images below.


At that time some Russians might still be seen there, I don’t know if there are any nowadays, after the latest inter-ethnic armed conflict between Kyrgyz population and Kyrgyzstan citizens of Uzbek origin.


Girl cares for birds

There are many nice and beautiful girls in Russia. And here is one of them. It’s a recent photo, made somewhere around Moscow.

Nice Russian girl puts rowan-berries into a bird feeder

The most beautiful girls in Russia are concentrated within big cities, such as Moscow and St. Petersburg, they go there in hope of finding better jobs than in their native provinces, because wages and salaries in these big cities are higher on the average.

A mysterious case in Siberia

Today I will tell you about a strange episode, that happened to me when I was 11.

In the middle of the summer in 1986 I went to Siberia with my grandfather. We stayed at his son’s (my uncle’s) country house for a month. I became acquainted with a boy of the same age as mine, who lived in the house next to my uncle’s.

Some quiet sunny day he invited me to play with him at his home. His parents and little brother went to gather mushrooms by bus rather far off the village at 8 a.m., and he was told to tidy up inside their house.

Of course, he didn’t get down to work at once, because his father had bought him a radio-controlled toy car and he couldn’t wait to play with it.

Sometimes we went out of the house, and when we did it at about 2 p.m., we saw his parents and his brother coming up along the sidewalk to the house. They held baskets in their hands, full of mushrooms. They looked strange and weird, as if they didn’t see us at all and gazed through us as if we were invisible for them.

Suddenly, when there was about 30 meters left between them and their house, they turned off the sidewalk to the left and went through one of the lanes towards the next street. My friend Vladimir said that probably they went to his father’s friend to share mushrooms with his family, then he hurried up home to clean and put in order the rooms. I went with him to give him some help. After housekeeping we sat down to watch TV. Vladimir’s parents were still absent.

It was about 6 o’clock in the evening, when he decided to go to the local bus stop hoping to meet his family there and asked me to go with him, because he was a little frightened already. And as we came up the bus stop, we saw the bus with mushroom-pickers driving up. Vladimir’s parents and his little four-year-old brother were among the rest of the mushroom-pickers, and when they got out of the bus, we noticed that they had baskets full of mushrooms. This time they looked as usual, but rather tired.

Having come home, my friend told them that we saw them in the afternoon coming back home, but they denied this, saying that they were picking mushrooms from 8:30 a.m. till 5 p.m. before their return.

I still can’t understand how this could happen and who were those three beings near Vladimir’s house, that we thought to be his parents.