Mushrooms Picking in Belarus

Every fall I have one dream. I dream about early morning in the oak grove. Each tree is huge, age-old. I dream that it’s October, and even air is golden from the color of the foliage and leaves. I dream that I went to mushroom picking with my parents. It’s one of my favorite recurrent…

Ancient Belarus

I suddenly realized I forgot to show some of the photos from my home visit. I already told once, Belarus is the ancient land. You hardly find it on the maps of that times, but there are a lot of the remainings which will always remember old lords, beauties, legends, and wars.