This weekend was so damn wonderful, but today was the best. My Moscow friend Zhora and I were in Vyborg (which one can also name Viipuri in finnish, Viborg in swedish and Wiborg in german) — small town situated on the Karelian Isthmus and just 38 km to from Russia's border with Finland. And that's a real aesthetic of decay (what I should point all things here pertain more or less to this aesthetic), noble crouan, Monrepos (english landscape woodpark with french name) — delightful mixture of toponyms, actual poverty, cultural richness and elusive beauty.
We were to clean up our minds so explored the park most of the time. And it worked.
A lot of moss, national romanticism, Zhora and even me are below.
Before the train we visited best places of the passed weekend, laughed and walked and I felt I'm on a new level of confidence and credence for him. That means a lot. And gladdens.
We were to clean up our minds so explored the park most of the time. And it worked.
A lot of moss, national romanticism, Zhora and even me are below.
Before the train we visited best places of the passed weekend, laughed and walked and I felt I'm on a new level of confidence and credence for him. That means a lot. And gladdens.
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