There are places on the Earth where we always will love, where we will come to at the end of the journey, where our most heart touchable memories live. Hometown.

I was born and lived for a more than two decades in Brest. It’s a small south-western town in the Republic of Belarus at a very close distance to the borders of the Ukraine and on the very border with Poland. Founded in 1019, the town has a long, interesting but tragic story.
I love this place with all my heart though it hasn’t defined the old town, as many Polish, Ukranian and other East Europian town have. It’s small with a village scent of old suburb during the Spring blooming.




It’s grey most of the year because of showers and fog

But has such a blue sky at the beginning of Spring that heart stops

I’ll show my photos from a different year, sorry if that’ll confuse you

Brest has one and big Second World War memorial. The Brest Fortress had significant historical value and remembers a lot.






I don’t like sculptural groups added in the Soviets time. I’m prefer remaining of the fortifications and wooded parts of the islands.






As I said earlier Brest has no old town, but it has few remarkable building of Polish period.



Some blocks remained untouched by war and now nice looks, for example like this Square of Liberty

Or like the quarters near the City park


The most charming part though is a territories near the river. Actually Brest has two river the Western Bug and Mukhavetz but most of the town situated on the banks of Mukhavetz.