I went to an abandoned house in the village and was surprised what beautiful furniture was left there.

Russia is dying out. The blood of Russia flows from its vessels - from villages and villages. If the blood vessels run out of blood, the body is doomed. And look what happens to the villages - they dry up like broken branches. House by house, street by street, village by village - whole neighborhoods disappear! Old people die, they are buried by the same old people, and everything that was acquired and with which these great workers, who raised a huge country with their own hands, raised a huge country, remained in their houses.

Recently I went to a village where, however, there are many summer residents. They even build houses, and because of the pandemic since last year, it has become quite lively there in general.

But abandoned houses are of no use to anyone. So I went into one of them - the door was wide open, everything was dusty and sooty.

But when I looked closer, I noticed a very old, real, wooden chest of drawers in the corner.

He looked very solid and solid, even in such a terrible state.

His handles are very beautiful, they would be cleaned and put in order, it would be a real museum piece. Not tainted or scratched by a bug. Even the locks in the drawers are in working order. Very nice chest of drawers, how sorry it is!

And next to it is a writing desk with a dermantine top. This is, in general, a unique product on heavy chiseled wooden legs. It is very dirty, dusty, but even through this layer of desolation, you can see how expensive the thing is. Drawer handles are made of electrical insulators. Such insulators, in themselves, are probably already a rarity. But it will not be difficult to replace them.

What a solid, solid table! As I learned, the director of the local school, a very respected and intelligent person, worked and prepared for the lessons behind him. It is infinitely sorry, to the point of tears it is insulting that this memorable thing will soon disappear into oblivion.

In the corner behind a dump of things, another beautiful bookcase with carved posts peeps out. She has a nightstand downstairs. How sweet, cozy thing!

And here is the sideboard, in which beautiful glasses and glasses for a festive feast were kept behind glass. Now there are mountains of rubbish.

There are also a lot of interesting things in the yard. Completely whole sieve for sifting flour. I was told that the hostess, also a teacher, was a noble cook. Nobody knew how to bake such shanegs and pies, as she baked.

And here is the bast basket. Already old, the bottom began to rot, but still quite capable of carrying mushrooms out of the forest.

In the closet was a plush iron-lined chest. I wanted to look into it, but there was no time.

And one more find amazed me - there was a photo enlarger on the shelf, with the help of which photographs were printed in Soviet times. They say that the hostess of the house was fond of photography, and she printed the pictures herself. Thanks to her, many schoolchildren retain memories of that happy time when collective and state farms worked in the villages, life was in full swing in clubs, in schools - the children did not fit in the classrooms ...

How, why did we lose it all? Is it possible to revive Russia? I left this abandoned house in tears. It's a pity, what a pity ...