Scythian Stone Women Of The Khomutov Steppe Stock Photo

Huge, fascinated by its monotony. You ride an hour, another ... A silent old man, a barrow or a stone woman comes across the way, a god set knows who and when, a night bird flies noiselessly over the earth, and little by little the steppe legends, stories of oncoming ones, fairy tales of the nanny-stephenka come to mind and all that that he himself was able to see and comprehend with his soul. ` Such saw the Donetsk steppe A.P. Chekhov at the end of the 18th century.