I’m 20 years old, I’m moving from my parents to live my own family. I’m getting to this area, gloomy and inhospitable, the working district of the St. Petersburg suburb after a familiar and understandable one, where I grew up.
My life here was not easy, but I managed to love my «little homeland» and accept it as it is, with imperfection around. When you walk these streets, you get the feeling that time has stopped.
These buildings are 100 years old, they are not protected by the state as architectural monuments. But I see this as a part of the city’s history. It is not a familiar thing, not advertised, but still cozy.