Who I am?
I'm Uryevich.
From my really happy childhood I developed a liking for any rusty metal constructions, cement blocks and for the silence of the wind which walks through this. I like them because there is an infinite life that stays there throughout the years...
Most abandoned buildings, plants and areas appeared in the Soviet Russia ('70-'80) because they belonged to the "state" (meaning nobody) and afterwards ('90) as a result of the economic crisis.
But each place has its own story (in which I, to be honest, do not have much interest).
I think we are all not indifferent to abandoned things. The Abandoned have some sort of a strong and complicated connection with our souls; some people get scared and try to escape their impressions, some fight with them and try to destroy or rebuild or just leave their own footprint on the abandoned site to prove that they're stronger than this world. And some do not try to do anything - they just look and listen to the Abandoned, enjoying those impressions, feeling the real meaning of time. I am one of them.
