Lublin

The main interest for me in life is people. Different people - with their habits, emotions and feelings. I'm not fond of advertising photography, where models don't show their own personalities, but just show masks of stability. Of course, it is a special kind of art too. But everybody has a right to choose, what's closer to him. The real life is more interesting for me. So, i present you some pictures of this kind. City Lublin, Poland. I really love this place. Firstly, for me it is a place, where is the mixture of a traditional Сatholic spirit and modern Europien reality with it's especiallities. Lublin, for me, is the second home.

Majdanek

This item is really difficult for all population of the world. It is a such page of history, which about people prefer to forget. Some time before i was too much happy and that's why couldn't work with this pictures. Just didn't like to keep in mind such sad impressions. But now i'm realistic enought and, think, that should do it finally. I'm not writing a historical analisys or something like that. Just impressions from that scary place, there were killed the crowds of unguilty people - men, women, children of different nationalities. And there were no differance between them. Everybody was unsecure under the death. And, of course, were people, who killed them. How it can be possible? - i was thinking being there. How one man can kill crowds of other people just for nothing? I don't have unser this question. But i can say exactly, that i can devide my life into two parts: before and after visiting of that place. Hope it has a meaning. The most scary pictures i left out of here.

And i would like to add, that when i was there, all this was an absolute REALITY for me. Not black-and-white old films about the cruelties of the war, but the REALITY. It was a bright shiny day... warm sunny day. And i was feeling truthful being of what had happened there, like i was living that time myself. Unpossible to write. Unpossible to show it.

The only one thing which i was thinking about after travelling was... sleeping.
So, i decided to go to the Karelian village far from Moscow to the side of St. Peterburg, where my grandmother has an old old house, which counts something about 100 years of familian history. I havn't been there for much time, because earlier liveing there seemed to me rather boring. But now, after the days of surviving, it became a really good decision for me - to go there for silence.
And i've found it there.
Silence was everywhere... in an old nice house, by the river, on the wide fields lasting till the horisont line... such a silence, that gives you a happiness, that's almost impossible to stand. Seems, that people need a noise and troubles to feel themselves in the stream of life. But alongness can make them anxious, because there're no a mobile phone, there no clubs, there're almost nothing. Just you and your soul - under the sky, that's gray.
That time i've written some senteces, linked with this feeling and after that i've decided to see the film by A. Tarkovsky, that i havn't seen before. And it's difficult to imagine, how i was surprised of the fact, that the one of Tarkovsky's heroes said the same what i've written a pair of minutes before. Means nothing. But, may be, i just was feeling a part of the same spirit... lost between high plants behind the old house.

Krakov. It's a really magical place, but crowds of tourists is the thing, which about i was writing earlier... gosts of tourists everywhere... shadows of people... mostly shadows... not people. I almost havn't seen them, individuals. That time i had an idea to make a  photo story on this item "Tourism - worldwide evil"). Joke. But life is too short to spend it on such items. Just have a look at some pics. City life.