Life in a village in the south of the Ukraine: a harsh one. People rarely laugh. There isn’t much to laugh about. Life is a struggle. Summers are wet, winters are cold, incomes are low.
A staple food item: cabbages.
Wood is the only means of cooking and staying warm.
There’s an asphalt road in the middle of town. That’s the only one.
The road is a good place to try and sell stuff.
All the side streets are unsealed and after a rain, a quagmire.
Crossing the river on the footbridge is a precarious business, especially for the elderly.
Communism collapsed, leaving behind it old, abandoned factories and memories of full employment.
A hard life and at the end of it, in accordance with the Orthodox Christian tradition, your image on a gravestone.