There is something in this!

))) And where Father Frost is called Santa Claus, they hang a big red stocking on the fireplace, and plastic bags and bottles of cognac end up in it. That is, unless, of course, Santa Claus doesn't miss the chimney. ))
Happy New Year's holidays!

Interpocula, this bag was hanging over the abyss.)) All the best and joy to you!)))))

Andrew Stolyarov, thank you))

I liked it!

Galina Sennikova, thank you))

A lonely lilac branch,
So many years have flown by, but still
I remember a spring day,
The one that is dearest to me of all. (c)

Alexander Zelensky, )))))))

Nessie Skuch, Thank you!

Where was this filmed, if it's not a secret?

Would you like me to tell you a true, uninvented story?

It's long, but I'll do my best to keep it short.

Interpocula, I want it.))))) Filmed on Ai-Petri.)))

Nessie Skuch, remember how 10-20 years ago, on the tops of hills and mountains, there were lots of geodetic markers in the shape of pyramids, made of rolled metal? Colorful scraps of fabric, laces, handkerchiefs, and other textile products fluttered in the wind, as if this weren't Crimea, but at least the Himalayas. )))
It looked quite photogenic, in my opinion.

Interpocula, they're still standing)))

Interpocula, they're still there)))

Nessie Skuch, ))) Well, not everywhere. They're gone in Alchak (near Sudak) )))
I met a friend the other day. We were reminiscing about the old days )))

Interpocula, )))) Yeah,)) I don't argue))

Interpocula, ))) Yeah, right, I don't argue))

Nessie Skuch, OH MY GOD, THAT'S HORRIBLE!! You misunderstood me. How could you even come up with something like that??

My friend and I met up, and we remembered how I tied the ribbon I carried in my case and used as a tripod to the pyramid.
I did it to add my own touch to the installation. And it looked cool—the black ribbon fluttering in the wind, glistening in the rays of the evening sun...
And my friends joked, "Well, your wish will definitely come true—the lavsan won't rot or fade in 100 years." )))
A friend who recently traveled to those parts again asked me, "So, how did your wish come true?" And I—is my ribbon still hanging? And he says—that's been gone for ages. Apparently, it's either for scrap metal, or someone didn't have enough for a self-built one.

Well, I regret not making a wish back then.

Interpocula, )))))

Scream. Powerful photo.

Yulia Goncharova, thank you))