As in other villages, dugouts in Knyazhevo are located approximately the same way – on the slope of a small hill that leads down to the Dvinitsa River. The cellars in this village are the furthest from the houses and had to be searched for.
And again, there is a moat next to the dugouts, similar to the bed of some former stream.
It was difficult to single out one of the most magical places on this trip, but still I'm leaning towards it.
Maybe because I spent the most time here and felt the atmosphere of the place more deeply?
Maybe because I went down to the Dvinitsa River itself and, as I like to do with any rivers, touched the water?
Or maybe because it was the extreme place on the right side of the highway, after which I moved to the left...where I was able to capture only one location out of four...
I've been coming here for a long time...I've been postponing the trip for a long time. There were moments when I was already on my way, but I didn't get there and turned off to other places.
I imagined these places in different ways, but this time all the ideas were close to reality. And how sad it is after everything has passed...I lived this walk for almost six months and it didn't even end, but broke...