Night. Fog. Cemetery. Bashny.Net

The end will tell

I have long hesitated to post these photographs. I was seized with different feelings. Fear of censure, some superstitious fear, strange sense of shame, on the other hand the interest ...

There is nothing unusual in a cemetery at night. But it is not just a normal person was there at night. And do not go. Unkind there. Anxious. I felt a dislike to his person and the camera lens.

I walked along the main, brightly lit alley, but a step to the left and step vpravo- tmaaaa and peeps through the mist grille and black crosses, granite monuments.





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On this night, there was not a single soul ... a soul ...



Only the dog away, howling in the fog ...



Poor there.



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Thank you.



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