Hello, my friends.
Last Saturday I went to my small homeland. I had to visit the village cemetery to replace the photo on my father's grave monument. The condition of the road was excellent and I covered 180 kilometers in less than 2 hours. The worst kilometers of the way are the last 6 kilometers of dirt road to the village. This section of the road has not been completed since the fall of the USSR. In spring and autumn, this section is impassable and it can only be overcome by a four-wheel drive car.
I planned to take fishing rods with me and go fishing a little on the river of my childhood. But I forgot to put the fishing rod in the car. I realized this already while on the road.
I left the house at 6 o'clock in the morning. I drove through 2 cities-district centers - Belaya Kholunitsa and Omutninsk. I was at the river at about 7:45.
The White River. Interestingly, a river with a similar name is located in Bashkiria and there is a city with the same name as the name of the village in which I lived - Beloretsk.
In fact, during my childhood and youth, the water in the river was transparent and you could see the bottom of the river to a depth of 2-3 meters. Now looking at the river from the bridge, I saw how much the river has changed. As a child, we stood on the bridge like this and watched as big chubs swam in the water under the bridge. Now I was looking into the water and didn't see anything. The water was muddy, the river flow became slow, the river was overgrown with water lilies and algae. And the shores themselves have become inaccessible for fishing, they are overgrown with bushes.
The Zalazninka River runs along the border of tall trees, which flows into this Belaya River. We always called the meeting place of rivers "arrow" or "pointer". The meadows between these two rivers have always been grazed by local residents' pets - cows, sheep, goats. At the moment you won't meet any animals there! Not one! This is a trend of modern Russia. Milk is bought in the store. Often this milk cannot be called that, it does not sour because it is dead. But I know that this is not only the case in Russia. This is a global trend.
Water lily. Previously, it was luck to meet such a lily on the river. These plants did not grow in these places. The bottom of the river was rocky. But the man spoiled the river with his thoughtless actions. A lot of pebbles were taken from this river and taken to the road. The river has changed the speed of its flow, siltation has begun, the structure of the bottom has changed and as a result we have what we see.
I stood on the bridge, remembered my childhood, I felt a little sad. I wanted to take a ride around the village, but I realized that I would not see what I expected. And I replaced the photo of my father on the monument, just went home, I did not drive through the streets of my native village. My best friend died 3 years ago, his wife and son died in a fire 2 years ago. My friend's eldest son left these places because the house burned down. My mom lives with me. Now nothing calls me to this place, except visiting the graves of my ancestors.
