The village where time has stood still (39 photos). About swimming naked, drunk and in a strange village Beautiful photos of rural or country girls

Looking at these photos, you may get the feeling that the country girls are all clever and beautiful. It should be noted right away that in the collection of photos with village girls there are not only real photos, but also pictures from thematic photo sessions. However, this does not change the essence, since even professional models, trying on the image of an ordinary country girl, literally transform, become incredibly charming and magically attractive.

In the village and in the village, there is still a certain flavor of antiquity, which has not yet been destroyed by the modern world. The peculiarities of culture and traditions have not yet been completely erased here, and here and there you can see something beautiful, which is almost lost and is becoming less and less noticeable. The spirit of the village with its wooden houses, stoves, bathhouses, special way of life, clothes and the nature of the conversation of the villagers can surprise and fall in love with you from the first second.

The photos that are presented below may please not only the beauty of the incredibly charming girls, but also their atmosphere, color and originality of the village. Country girls seem not spoiled by the bustle of the city and the constant race for money and success, and by any available ways and methods. Because of this, rural beauties seem much purer in soul and body, which cannot but touch the most living thing in the soul. In the end, all the girls presented are simply unreal beauties. From one sight of them, a fleeting glance, the heart stops. Russian beauties look simply irresistible against the backdrop of beautiful views and blossoming nature. If you are a city dweller, then do not be surprised if, after viewing these photos, you unbearably want to go to the village, rural outback, to spend a weekend or a whole vacation there.

Beautiful pictures of rural or country girls

The photographs presented in this essay are not a reportage about a dying village, where all the youth fled to the capitals a long time ago. This is just an attempt to stop time, by means of photography to tell about the life of our ancestors, disappearing into oblivion and taking away something incredibly valuable and real, something that is in each of us, but only very deeply. Enjoy every photo and share with these people their incredible life-affirming power!

They mow in the morning, in the dew. Do you smell the scent of the herb ?! The main thing in this business is a sharp scythe, so every ten minutes the tool is sharpened, and at the same time - a short rest.

The village of Chukhrai is surrounded by dense forests and swamps where cautious black storks nest. The photo shows a young black stork on the edge of a village to rest after a hunt.

Is the clock ticking? There is only one clock in the house, and even those clocks constantly stop, but this is not a problem. Everything here is subject to natural and daily rhythms. Life is measured and simple, it may even seem boring to a city person.

So that the rain does not break through, the shock is made higher. Later, when the hay is thickened, you can bring or drag the heaps into a haystack or hayloft.

Both firewood and building materials - from the forest, right outside the outskirts.

The economy allows the villagers to be autonomous and not dependent on the outside world. Pork lard, potatoes, chicken eggs, cow's milk are the basis of nutrition. And as an addition to the diet in warm weather - a variety of vegetables and herbs, and of course, the gifts of the forest - berries, mushrooms. In the forest lowlands, hops - a component of the local moonshine - hover. Not a single event in the village can do without home-made vodka, this is the Chukhraev currency - the equivalent of labor.

The mother moose was killed by poachers, the moose calf nailed to the herd of cows and ended up in the village

Morning on the porch by the hut. This is what summer shoes look like, but rubber boots are more popular ...

Outside the village there is a world of wildlife, but there is no clear border, it is blurred. Now cows graze, and early in the morning you can see roe deer here, wild boars are not at all afraid of people, they even have to protect vegetable gardens from them. The list of guests from the forest can be enumerated for a long time: moose, wolves, foxes, ferrets, weasels, sparrowhawks, bears.

The consequence of the former kolkhoz is that a powerful collective beginning forces residents to meet regularly, not only for work, but also simply - to discuss the news. We can say that this forest village is one big family, where everyone has a worldview, views and thoughts in common with everyone.

Easter in the village. Old ladies wear their best outfits.

The water is heated in the oven, the owner is washed first, then the hostess.

The main thing in the house is the mother oven. She will feed and dry and put you to sleep. Almost every day, early in the morning, smoke is pouring from the chimney, and red reflections are dancing on the walls of the hut. This is food for oneself and livestock is cooked, bread is baked on coals, apples and herbs are dried on a couch. The oven also heals: it will warm up the bones and pull out the ailment.

Unlike buildings made of stone and brick, the Russian hut lives as long as people live in it, and the ownerless one is destroyed in 15-20 years. Soon, tall nettles will grow in this place.

And although keeping a cow is very difficult, it is even more difficult without her. This animal provides not only milk, but also the opportunity to fertilize the land of the garden with manure, and therefore to receive a consistently good harvest of vegetables. Interestingly, there is no refrigerator in the hut. Instead, buckets of cold water, where milk is put in glass jars. And then it is sour cream, and yogurt, and cottage cheese, and unusually tasty butter, knocked down by the hostess. Milk is added to the dough for baking homemade bread in the Russian oven, milk is given to calves, and it is given to all pets.

Autumn work in the garden. Pictured: transferring the pumpkin to the cellar. Local residents do not use the word - harvest, but they say - the earth has disfigured. This is respect for the earth as the mother of everything growing on it.

If the owner is not there, you have to do everything yourself - harvest and chop firewood, mow and remove hay, manage the horse.

Local residents wash themselves in wooden barrels.

Life is worth living, and love is worth the wait. Children and grandchildren are far away.

Crossing.

Everyone suffers from mosquitoes. New and new hordes of these insects arrive from the surrounding swamps - and there is no escape from them.

Potatoes with bacon are a favorite food of the locals. This plant is planted in large quantities. All summer, people are fighting for the harvest of potatoes: weeding it from weeds, hilling it, collecting

The gray flycatcher made a nest right in the old bast shoe.

This was in 1999. Then I worked as a counselor in the camp (well, yes, I already talked about this). Our camp was in the village of Volkovo, which is just a kilometer from the Solnechnaya Polyana boarding house. The Moskva River also flowed there (if I'm not mistaken), or rather, it was its source: not a wide river with a rather turbulent current.

It took about 20 minutes to stomp from the camp to the beach, so we were lazy and swam mostly in the pool with children, the buzz is less, but close by.

I don’t know about the other camps, but in ours the counselors drank. No, not even so - the counselors DROP. Every day and in large quantities. Although I was an inexperienced counselor, I did not lag behind them in terms of alcohol abuse.

And we had a holiday ... I don’t even remember what, but some important holiday, as a result of which we were loaded up to our ears. I went out to breathe air (in fact, to the toilet, but it sounds more romantic to breathe air), leaving a cloud of people in my leader's room, and when I returned 5 minutes later, thinking “it's time to sleep, it's time to sleep,” I found my partner with a girl in an unambiguous pose.
Deciding to myself:
"Let the boy have some fun" - I went to look for a place to sleep (for some reason the thought would get into Vazhat's to him - it didn't even occur to me). The place was found in the lobby in the form of a sofa. I spread it out, dug out a pillow for myself somewhere and was already asleep when my second partner with round eyes appeared on the threshold:
- Have you seen? - She said and nodded towards our general counselor.
- Yeah - I confirmed and calmed down on this (otherwise the thought flashed that these were alcoholic hallucinations)
- Then I'm with you ...
And we even fell asleep.
But then there was a knock at the door. Opened up. Outside the door was the senior pioneer leader, who was not in the best condition (but that characteristically got drunk somewhere else).
- Girls - he whined plaintively. - I won’t get to the house, give me shelter.
From our "shelter" only our own counselor, where our boy is having fun, and a sofa, on which Natasha and I have already settled down so weirdly.
- Oh, little sofa! - He cried joyfully, and immediately lay down.
- Bolivar will not stand three - I thought. In addition, and so the camp was sure that the pioneer leader and I were lovers (and only because he brought me to this camp).
“I'll go get some fresh air,” I muttered.
- Where? - Natasha was worried. Every day we were told at the meeting about the creminogenic situation around the camp.
- Yes, I'm here, around the building ... you look and our boy will frolic ...
- Aaa, okay - Natasha calmed down and lay down next to the body of the senior pioneer leader.

I went outside. A light breeze was refreshing. Walked around the hull. It didn't seem enough to me. I decided: to the gate (which is 800 meters) and back.
I got to the gate. Few. "Well to the beginning of the village and back." Got it. Few. "Well to the end of the village" and back. Made it to the end. Few.
"and what is left to the beach?" - a happy thought came to me.
In 10 minutes I was on the beach.
"Why not take a dip?" The next thought was even happier.
She took off her shorts and a T-shirt and remained in transparent underwear. I bathed, went out. Okay, no one is around. Taking shorts and a T-shirt in my hands, I walked into the camp.
And now I'm walking across the field. Pre-dawn time. The beauty. Silence. And suddenly ... a fisherman.
you should see his eyes:
Apparently, not noticing my underwear (it was flesh-colored and transparent), he decided that I was walking around naked. I proudly threw up my head and slipped past him, with an expression on my face:
"Why? It's so fashionable now"
The fisherman probably remembered his fishing for a long time.

The first thing I saw when entering the camp was the senior pioneer leader and my partner, who were running around the camp in search of me.
- Where were you?
- bathed!
- And that the pool doesn’t suit you anymore?

Since then, we have a joke on duty: "Tie her to a chair, otherwise she will go swimming again."

Now I practically don't drink, and I don't do stupid things. And life became somehow ... more boring ...