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"On the shores of the Arctic Ocean, looking at the sunset and melting ice, there were two scourges." It is a pity that the text cannot convey the sound of the surf and the sound of the wind! The other day with [id165862 | Mikhail], who plowed the individual kilometer of the n-th kilometer on Pulkovskikh, the tourist season of trips to regional attractions was opened. They decided to start with a long, still February, idea to go to the Gunner Island. In winter or in snowy April it would be atmospheric and creeper, but it turned out wonderful in sunny May weather! It will definitely have to be repeated in winter. We walked around the hills and beaches of the Baltic coast, listened to the seagulls, as two hobbits looked at the “Saruman tower” on the opposite bank, and overseas ships carried out the voyage. Such walks reload the brains qualitatively. The coast is, of course, totally messed up, construction waste, broken bricks, concrete debris, barbecues and other traces of civilization, lowlands are still flooded, coltsfoot is blooming, homeless dogs are hanging out at garages. Impression! Even before sunset, they decided to return to the housing estates and inspect the WHSD nearby. Of course, it runs right on top of the houses, but they stand evicted (almost wrote evacuated). Khrushchev’s on the sides of the highway evoke associations with Pripyat. Everything is smashed, the windows are broken, everything that remains of the household is broken, it is upside down scattered. At the same time, apparently there was a kind of quest (graffiti, things in the rooms, magazines and books scattered on the floor, threads hanging from flights of stairs). It is difficult to understand where the traces of the forced departure end, and where the scenery for the quest begins. The atmosphere all this creates a very colorful and psychedelic. The inscriptions "Consciousness defines being" and "HV Orthodoxy or death" delivered separately. Lighting was natural, but the attic was plunged into complete darkness, I had to turn on the flashlight. Well, at least the local hospitable closharov did not stumble. But there are only two of these houses, all the rest are populated, and some are generally quite well-maintained, with dog walking areas, playgrounds and benches facing the bay. Having met (and spent) a beautiful sunset, they returned to the mainland, and a kind of afterword was a walk to the district council on Narva - fiery sickle and hammer on the tower in the post below! Many pictures, upload, most likely, tomorrow.