Echo of My Childhood

The Cossack village of Bagovskaya, located in the foothills of the North Caucasus, is the place where my mother was born, where my mother's ancestors lived. When I was a child, the parents took me and my older sister to Bagovskaya, where some our relatives were still alive. And when they died, we had no reason to go there, and for a very long time I did not visit the village. But in 2014, when my grandmother turned 100, we visited Bagovskoye cemetery. Mom met and recognized her neighbors, we went to their house, and I was amazed how much their house looked like Grandma's, although many years had passed. Every Summer I come to the village to shoot. The photographs depict people I do not know. But everything that surrounds them (mountain landscapes, a river) and the way they surround themselves (household items, utensils, home decorations) is very familiar to me. It was as if I heard an echo from my childhood, experienced strong nostalgic feelings. Light, kind melancholy for irrevocable time. Longing for a House in which only children and old people live.