Strakholesye
published on May 21, 13
It was getting dark, the swamp was squelching underfoot, the translucent fog that enveloped everything around was crying drizzling rain from time to time, and the invisible rays of the setting sun painted everything in unreal shades of purple... The trees created an additional ambiance, I admit, I was a little uneasy, I even wanted to call the work “Whose “those shadows…”, but there were practically no shadows. And this is how the Carpathians are...
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