Dmitri Makhomet

A village. A house in that village. An old woman comes back there for summer. Day after day she tries to renew life in this almost abandoned and overgrown with grass place, resisting nature and the passing time.

A village. A house in that village. An old woman comes back there for summer. Day after day she tries to renew life in this almost abandoned and overgrown with grass place, resisting nature and the passing time.

A village. A house in that village. An old woman comes back there for summer. Day after day she tries to renew life in this almost abandoned and overgrown with grass place, resisting nature and the passing time.

A village. A house in that village. An old woman comes back there for summer. Day after day she tries to renew life in this almost abandoned and overgrown with grass place, resisting nature and the passing time.

A bitter twist of fate: during the drawing of demarcation lines between the Soviet Republics in 1939 nobody dared remove Stalin’s pipe from the map, consequently the borders were drawn around it. It was thus that the Belarusian village of Narvilishky ended up being allocated to Lithuania. At the time nobody foresaw the implications of this decision.

A bitter twist of fate: during the drawing of demarcation lines between the Soviet Republics in 1939 nobody dared remove Stalin’s pipe from the map, consequently the borders were drawn around it. It was thus that the Belarusian village of Narvilishky ended up being allocated to Lithuania. At the time nobody foresaw the implications of this decision.

A bitter twist of fate: during the drawing of demarcation lines between the Soviet Republics in 1939 nobody dared remove Stalin’s pipe from the map, consequently the borders were drawn around it. It was thus that the Belarusian village of Narvilishky ended up being allocated to Lithuania. At the time nobody foresaw the implications of this decision.