At the appearance of the sun, Evdokimovo, a village in the Russian outback, wakes up lazily. The streets are empty locals do not rush to animals or to the garden - life here is slow.

History of a local resident

A man appeared on the horizon, whose age is difficult to guess. He didn't ask if he could talk, he just walked over and sat next to her. Without saying a word, he takes a folded paper out of his pocket, straightens it and begins to roll a cigarette, adding tobacco. This is Nikolai, who introduced himself simply as Kolya, he is 40 years old, he is a shepherd who decided not to miss the opportunity to get acquainted with the Lithuanians, who stopped briefly in Yevdokimov, Siberia.

“For the first time in my life I see foreigners,” Kolya says in a hoarse voice and carefully examines the arrivals.

40-year-old Kolya works for the headman of the village, grazes his cows. Cows can walk here simply along the roads and paths, sometimes they stop to chew grass. True, local residents protect their yards with high fences and blind gates. Fenced and potato fields.

Horses feel no less free here. Even though they don't work here. The inhabitants of Siberia have been using horse meat for food since the time when the Buryats lived in this district. This people moved deep into the taiga when Lithuanians and exiles of other nationalities began to be delivered to these places by trains and trucks. Buryats in Siberia can be found today.

Only a few hundred people live in Evdokimov. career prospects there is not much here, but even if there is an opportunity to earn money, there is a long queue of those who want to.

"Most here drink. What else to do? There is no work. There is nothing else to do," Kolya continues his story and admits that he was coded from alcohol several years ago.

"I decided so after I almost died from too much a large number alcohol. I decided enough was enough, but there are few people like me," the Siberian said.

From Evkodimovo to Lake Baikal - only a few hundred kilometers, but for most of the locals, his images are only fantasies, not real feelings.

“Here, my Baikal,” the Siberian smiles and waves his hand in the direction of the Iya River, which flows nearby. “I have never left my village in my life. I don’t need to.”

The conversation was interrupted by a stir in the bushes. "Do not be afraid, these are my cows. I graze the elder's cows. And so every day," says Kolya and it seems that he is happy with his life.

The road of life of the descendants of Lithuanians

“It’s a pity we didn’t meet at the cemetery,” say other guests who visited Lithuanian camp on the outskirts of the village. “We brought you treats, we sit down, we help ourselves.”

This is the wife of the exiled Lithuanian Albinas Rimkus Victoria, who died two years ago, and their daughter Svetlana. First of all, from a large basket, women take a multi-colored tablecloth, straighten it on the field and invite them to sit down. They begin to arrange treats: lightly salted cucumbers, pancakes, homemade sour cream, chopped sausage.

“We meet at the cemetery, this is our tradition. We bring refreshments and there we communicate not only with the living, but also with the dead,” Victoria says in Russian. Her daughter Svetlana does not speak Lithuanian either.

“My father didn’t teach, they always spoke Russian at home,” Svetlana explained, but after a short pause, she easily recalls the phrases laba diena and labas vakaras.

The women living here, telling their stories, smiled much more often than the Siberian they met earlier, but they admitted that living here is not easy. The widowed Victoria is already retired, and her daughter works at a recreation center in a neighboring village. However, it’s hard to turn only from a pension or her salary.

More hard-working villagers can earn extra money by collecting medicinal herbs, berries or mushrooms. Nature is rich in this.

“He who is not lazy earns money,” the interlocutors said, but added that the gifts of the forest should be shared with the bears living in the forests. “If there are a lot of berries and mushrooms, they don’t come to the village, but if the year is poor, anything can happen,” the woman assures.

In the fields surrounded by high fences, locals most often grow potatoes. In the greenhouses near the houses, the mustache of cucumbers is visible, and the sun paints red tomatoes.

“The Lithuanians taught the locals how to grow vegetables. They taught both pickling cucumbers and smoking lard. Albinas’s mother, who also rested here in Evdokimov, also cooked zeppelins,” Victoria recalled.

But the locals themselves do not bake bread either before or now. Notes with "bread days" hang on the doors of shops, and the choice is shaped light bread.

“They don’t bake, because they themselves need to grow, grind grains. They are lazy,” Svetlana explained.

The conditions of life do not make it easier and transport connection. The only means of communication with the nearest villages is by boat. It is used not only by those who are in a hurry to work, but by schoolchildren, because in the villages fewer schools no.

On the streets of Yevdokimov you can meet not only freely roaming cows and horses, but also goats and pigs.

“But no one here slaughters their grown animals. rare family Here he eats what he grows. Most are simply lazy - they sell a grown animal and buy meat in a store. And it is of unknown origin, bad,” says Svetlana.

The mood in Yevdokimov is depressed, although an Armenian who came here a few years ago was able to take everything into his own hands. He became the headman of the village, creates jobs. The Lithuanians also experienced his hospitality - he extended a helping hand and refused to take money, having heard that the visitors needed wood from which the cross would be made.

The name of Lithuanians is respected in this village. “Everyone loved Albinas. He was hardworking, he could do everything,” said Svetlana and Victoria. It was".

Now in Evdokimov, where several dozen Lithuanians were sent, representatives of other nations do not live. Only Russians remained, who still remember with a smile about the Lithuanians, who brought an example of hard work into the depths of Russia.

I introduced myself great opportunity not only to tell, but also to show how life is in the Russian outback. Perhaps the inhabitants big cities imbue.

Many times on the Internet the topic of how people live in the Russian outback was raised.

It is my deep conviction that the inhabitants of big cities have two polar opinions about how villages live. To one, the villages seem to be such gingerbread houses with carved architraves, white stoves and housewives-grandmothers who only do what they bake delicious pies and weave lace. They feed everyone they meet with pies, and cover all conceivable and inconceivable surfaces in their home with lace.

Others watch not only series on TV, but no-no on the news, and information will slip through that Russian villages live badly. Therefore, they know that it’s bad to live in the village, but what exactly this badness is already somehow not very good.

“It’s better to see once than hear 100 times”, so we look at the pictures, read the comments.

So, the initial data: my friends and I went to visit Smolensk region, to a distant relative of one of the comrades. We deliberately keep silent about the name of the village, it is located about two hundred km from Moscow, 5 km from the city of Gagarin. Those. not some Siberian wilderness, but the most that neither is central region- neighbors of Muscovites.

There are 32 houses in the village, a normal asphalt road goes to it, in the village itself the soil is of average quality.

Of the beauties of nature - a pond that blooms by mid-summer, around unplowed fields, wetland, liquid forest.

The store is in the neighboring village, the rest of the infrastructure is in the city. Gas, plumbing, sewage - they've never heard of it here. Electricity is cut down regularly, we stayed in the house for less than a day, there were 3 shutdowns.

The mistress of the house is a rather imposing, by village standards, lady retirement age. DOES NOT PLUMP, does not work, there are no children, it is not clear what exists. Several of them live in the area. distant relatives, some of which seem to be adequate, the rest come to their native village exclusively to thump and rage.

I draw Special attention that the pictures are crooked, not because the photographer, i.e. I have crooked hands, but because this is how it looks in reality.

And here is the house! When we arrived, I was sure that they had not lived in it for 20 years, but no, they live constantly both in winter and summer.

Porch.

Welcome to the house! The front door from the inside: the gaps in it and in the windows are palm-wide. In winter, snowdrifts lie here.

A cold corridor, from which you can get into the winter part of the house and onto the terrace. The terrace is some kind of incredible wreck, where now there is a toilet (a bucket with a toilet seat).

Winter house. This is a corridor-entrance-dining room all rolled into one.

The brightest detail of the interior.

To the right is the kitchen, it was scary to walk there: the slope of the floor was 25 degrees, the boards creak and sag underfoot.

There is a stove in the kitchen, but they don’t heat it, food is cooked on a gas stove (gas in a cylinder is in the kitchen and poisons, so they don’t try to use it often) and on an electric stove, which for some reason lives in the room. While the kettle boiled on it, we waited 40 minutes.

In the dining room for heating the house there is such a potbelly stove, the pipe is led into the chimney and something is crumbling there all the time. It is heated with firewood, but because it blows wildly from all the cracks, then there is not much heat from it. And this is at a temperature of +10 on the street, which in winter is not clear to me, the hostess walks all the time in a hat and jacket. There is also an antediluvian electric heater in the room, which cannot be turned on for a long time - firstly, it is expensive, and secondly, it is short.

The only room in the house. The hostess did everything to make it seem comfortable. But in the house there is a smell of dampness and rotten wood, it blows from all the cracks and from all the windows - what kind of comfort can we talk about? On the left, the main entertainment in the house is a TV, it doesn’t reach the plasma panel, right?

House with reverse side, in the photo it is hard to see that the entire wall is patched-patched.

Once it was a bathhouse, now firewood is stored here. On the left is what's left of the toilet.

the only new building on the site - a well, the price of the issue, among other things, 20 sput. In the background is a burnt neighbor's house. The fires in the village should be mentioned separately.

Every spring, plowed fields burn around the village, the area is very windy. When the fire approaches the village, there is practically nothing to do. So last weekend, a neighbor's house burned down and another one burned to the ground. In the distance, smoke was visible in the fields, and we hurried there.

The fire was moving in a large front from the village to a small grove. We tried to deal with it.

Nothing worked out for us, the grove began with a terrible crack.

Well, how do you like living conditions? You might think the locals have a choice! It is impossible to sell this house and land - no one needs it, which means there is no possibility to move. The house is about to fall apart, but the hostess is already so tired of patching holes that she does not think about it.

There is nowhere to work in the countryside, in Gagarin no one needs an aunt before retirement age, plus there is no money for daily round-trip travel. It turns out that there is no money even for the most basic things. The refrigerator is empty, for dinner we were offered potatoes and carrots, boiled in large chunks in a cast iron without oil. At the same time, the hostess was still trying to refuse the products that we brought with us.

Literally 3 houses in the whole village stand out with renovated walls, all the rest are the same as in the pictures. There are many remains of burnt houses, which are eventually dismantled for firewood.

Many thanks to my aunt for her hospitality, but to be honest, it was unpleasant to be in the house: everything is gray, dull, hopeless, like the whole life of local residents.

#life is getting better

Many times on the Internet the topic of how people live in the Russian outback was raised.
I had a great opportunity not only to tell, but also to show what it is like. Perhaps the inhabitants of big cities will be imbued.

It is my deep conviction that the inhabitants of big cities have two polar opinions about how villages live. For some, the villages seem to be like gingerbread houses with carved architraves, little white stoves and housewives-grandmothers who only do what they bake delicious pies and weave lace. They feed everyone they meet with pies, and cover all conceivable and inconceivable surfaces in their home with lace.

Others watch not only serials on TV, but no-no in the news, and information will slip through that Russian villages live poorly. Therefore, they know that it’s bad to live in the village, but what exactly this badness is already somehow not very good.

"It's better to see once than hear 100 times", so we look at the pictures, read the comments.

So, the initial data: my friends and I went on a visit to the Smolensk region, to a distant relative of one of our comrades. We deliberately keep silent about the name of the village, it is located about two hundred km from Moscow, 5 km from the city of Gagarin. Those. not some Siberian wilderness, but the most central region - the neighbors of Muscovites.

There are 32 houses in the village, a normal asphalt road goes to it, in the village itself the soil is of average quality.

Of the beauties of nature - a pond that blooms by mid-summer, around unplowed fields, wetland, liquid forest.

Shop in a neighboring village, the rest of the infrastructure - in the city. Gas, plumbing, sewage - they've never heard of it here. Electricity is cut down regularly, we stayed in the house for less than a day, there were 3 shutdowns.

The mistress of the house is a rather imposing, by village standards, lady of pre-retirement age. DOES NOT PLUMP, does not work, there are no children, it is not clear what exists. Several of her distant relatives live in the district, some of whom seem to be in adequate condition, the rest come to their native village exclusively to thump and rage.

I draw special attention to the fact that the pictures are crooked, not because the photographer, i.e. I have crooked hands, but because this is how it looks in reality.

And here is the house! When we arrived, I was sure that they had not lived in it for 20 years, but no - they live constantly both in winter and summer.

A cold corridor, from which you can get into the winter part of the house and onto the terrace. The terrace is some kind of incredible wreck, where the toilet (a bucket with a toilet seat) is now located.

To the right is the kitchen, it was scary to walk there: the slope of the floor was 25 degrees, the boards creak and sag underfoot.

There is a stove in the kitchen, but they don’t heat it, food is cooked on a gas stove (gas in a cylinder is in the kitchen and poisons, so they don’t try to use it often) and on an electric stove, which for some reason lives in the room. While the kettle boiled on it, we waited 40 minutes.

In the dining room for heating the house there is such a potbelly stove, the pipe is led into the chimney and something is crumbling there all the time. It is heated with firewood, but because it blows wildly from all the cracks, then there is not much heat from it. And this is at a temperature of +10 on the street, which in winter is not clear to me, the hostess walks all the time in a hat and jacket. There is also an antediluvian electric heater in the room, which cannot be turned on for a long time - firstly, it is expensive, and secondly, it is short.

The only room in the house. The hostess did everything to make it seem comfortable. But in the house there is a smell of dampness and rotten wood, it blows from all the cracks and from all the windows - what kind of comfort can we talk about? On the left, the main entertainment in the house is a TV, it doesn’t reach the plasma panel, right?

The only new building on the site is a well, the price of the issue, by the way, is 20 sput. In the background is a burnt neighbor's house. The fires in the village should be mentioned separately.

Well, how do you like living conditions? You might think the locals have a choice! It is impossible to sell this house and land - no one needs it, so there is no possibility to move. The house is about to fall apart, but the hostess is already so tired of patching holes that she does not think about it.

There is nowhere to work in the countryside, in Gagarin no one needs an aunt before retirement age, plus there is no money for daily round-trip travel. It turns out that there is no money even for the most basic things. The refrigerator is empty, for dinner we were offered potatoes and carrots, boiled in large chunks in a cast iron without oil. At the same time, the hostess was still trying to refuse the products that we brought with us.

In the whole village, literally 3 houses stand out with renovated walls, all the rest are the same as in the pictures. There are many remains of burnt houses, which are eventually dismantled for firewood.

Many thanks to my aunt for her hospitality, but to be honest, it was unpleasant to be in the house: everything is gray, dull, hopeless, like the whole life of local residents.

"Wherever we, Russian people, live, in whatever position
we have not been, we never and nowhere leave grief
about our Motherland, about Russia. This is natural and inevitable: this
sorrow cannot and must not leave us. She is a manifestation
our living love for the Motherland and our faith in it"
The great Russian philosopher Ivan Ilyin (Why we believe in Russia).

Inconspicuous villages - a blurry spot behind the windows of cars rushing along the federal highways of Russia. Who ever looked inside these caskets? Who among you was interested in life there?
moving out with federal highway M2, I ended up in a completely different Russia, the Russia of that time. After reading this post, the atmosphere of sadness and loneliness will not leave you yet long time. Perhaps you will consider me a faulty pessimist, but in short, I can say this: life in Russia, to put it mildly, is not sugar; here it is bad everywhere and everywhere the number of minuses far exceeds the number of pluses ...
As you know, "the roots of any civilization grow from the village." I suggest you take a look at how today life is not in a distant village or farm, but in the villages, not some Siberian wilderness, but the most central region - the neighbors of Muscovites. It seems that this is just some other world in which time has stopped.

1. The village of Krapivna ( Tula region). There used to be a city. The population is about 3000 thousand people.
At the very entrance to the village stands an abandoned state farm. Its size struck, it occupies about 10 hectares of land.
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The only place where there is a revival all the time is the cemetery, black with fresh graves. There is a ruined temple in the cemetery.
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Everything here is sad.
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The village consists of 90% of these houses.

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Russia has always been strong with its village, at all times it was the village that gave bread and strength to the country. Now the government prefers to import food, food raw materials for petrodollars, rather than to strengthen and develop the rural sector. Together with villages and villages, the so-called small towns wither and die, with city-forming enterprises that are closed and cease to give jobs to the city, while destroying infrastructure and the social sphere.

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A typical picture of a Russian village (village) is terrifying. Here you can see overgrown with weeds up to the roofs of the houses. In some of them, pieces of plywood, cardboard or film are inserted in the windows - simply because there are no shops where you can buy glass.

Here they have a central street where they are located: administration, savings bank, hospital, post office.
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There used to be a temple here, then a fire department, now there are mice and rats.
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Thanks for warning.
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Here is the hospital.
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There are a lot of these wooden houses there.
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There are also two-storey (apartment) houses.
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The population of not only villages that simply disappear from the maps, but also small towns and villages has sharply decreased. Do not think that these are only areas Far East, - these are areas located 200 km from Moscow. It is enough to go not far outside this zone, and you will see what is happening there.

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Historical building.

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Now the local "Gazprom" is located here. Previously, there was a school here, L.N. was a member of the school council. Tolstoy.

At the exit is another temple, or rather the ruins of the temple ..
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Previously, the local administration used to sit in this building, now there is no one there, well, almost no one. Next to the building there is also a ubiquitous pay phone, there are 3 of them (I remind you that the state spent 63 billion rubles on them and annual maintenance costs 4 billion). Who will call him? And did you ever call? Unlikely.

Photo 42
As it turned out, the Russian Post is located here. Hellish conditions.

Photo 43
In this building every day from morning to evening everyone drinks, both boys and girls ... To the question "why do you drink" I received the answer "What to do, there is no work, so bring us with you right now. We are ready to work as security guards, drivers. We don't need a lot of money." The guys are young, about 30 years old. Earlier, by the way, there were apartments from the collective farm. There is no collective farm, no apartments. At the bottom left of the window you can see the silhouettes.

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There are also two-storey apartment buildings in the village. There is no gas or water in the houses. There is nothing there, there is no life there, but people live. To conduct gas, it is necessary to collect 600 thousand rubles from each house. That kind of money has never been here.

Photo 45
How are you?
The housing stock is dilapidated and is not being repaired, but why, after all, everyone will leave for the city anyway, so there are no roads, no transport, the only regular bus or train routes are canceled forever.

Photo 45
Schools, paramedical stations, clubs, hospitals are closed, and finally, the store is the last to close. Everything, end. Go wherever you want, leave houses, gardens, graves of your ancestors, leave old people to die alone, because where to transport them, and why, when they grew up here, lived, gave birth to children, buried their parents. The village has lost the simple meaning of its existence. The land, the greatest wealth of RUSSIA, is abandoned and dying.

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Residents repeatedly wrote letters to the Kremlin, Putin, hoping that they would be heard, but there was no answer ... They asked for gas, a road, and a bus to go three times a day. There is no hospital, the nearest hospital is 50 km away. There is one shop in the village, though there is vodka vodka vodka.

Photo 47
They burn wood here.

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He has two sons, they drink together ... He says in 5 years there will be nothing and no one here. Some will die from drinking, others will kill each other from drinking. From the lack of work, from the meaninglessness of existence, the rural population is degrading at some unthinkable pace, and, first of all, this results in rampant alcoholism, and now also drug addiction among young people.

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It has a bad effect on the health of residents and social disorder, which is why after 12 noon most of residents are under the influence of alcohol.

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In 2005, the distillery was closed, many locals worked there. Now they are looking for work.

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There was a huge collective farm, which occupied leading positions in Russia. Here's what's left of him.

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Without city-forming enterprises and infrastructure settlements are not just inefficient, but not viable, and their population is not even "consumable", but "waste" material. How people survive these "objective" processes, apparently, the authorities do not care. "Saving the population is the work of the population itself"!

That's it.
According to the most realistic demographic forecasts, the population of Russia in the next decade will not grow, but decline. At the same time in major cities there is a problem of lack of affordable housing for the population. The state, on the other hand, accepts promising programs: to set records for the commissioning of housing, to overtake everyone and everything, and the like. Significantly reduced availability for rural population medical care and education. The Accounts Chamber provided the following statistics: for the period from 2005 to 2010, 12,377 schools were closed in the country, the vast majority - in countryside(81%). The number of hospitals has decreased over 10 years by 40%, and polyclinics - by 25%. The process of dying of the village continues. No measures are taken to develop the village, and even the money that is allocated is stolen. All changes are only on paper, in reality I showed you how it looks.

Some kind of spiritual, deep-seated complaint about a huge injustice, when it seems that you haven’t lived yet, you kept hoping - tomorrow, then, and life has already been lived, and you can’t fix anything. you won’t change, you won’t return, and life turns out to be a big deception, but it’s not clear who is deceiving and why ....

Life in the Russian outback on the example of the village of Evdokimovo.

As the sun rises, Evdokimovo, a village in the Russian outback, wakes up lazily. The streets are empty, the locals do not rush to the animals or the garden - life here is slow, delfi.lt writes.

History of a local resident

A man appeared on the horizon, whose age is difficult to guess. He didn't ask if he could talk, he just walked over and sat next to her. Without saying a word, he takes a folded paper out of his pocket, straightens it and begins to roll a cigarette, adding tobacco. This is Nikolai, who introduced himself simply as Kolya, he is 40 years old, he is a shepherd who decided not to miss the opportunity to get acquainted with the Lithuanians, who stopped briefly in Yevdokimov, Siberia.

“For the first time in my life I see foreigners,” Kolya says in a hoarse voice and carefully examines the arrivals.

40-year-old Kolya works for the headman of the village, grazes his cows. Cows can walk here simply along the roads and paths, sometimes they stop to chew grass. True, local residents protect their yards with high fences and blind gates. Fenced and potato fields.

Horses feel no less free here. Even though they don't work here. The inhabitants of Siberia have been using horse meat for food since the time when the Buryats lived in this district. This people moved deep into the taiga when Lithuanians and exiles of other nationalities began to be delivered to these places by trains and trucks. Buryats in Siberia can be found today.

Only a few hundred people live in Evdokimov. There are few career prospects here, but even if there is an opportunity to earn money, there is a long line of people who want to.

"Most here drink. What else to do? There is no work. There is nothing else to do," Kolya continues his story and admits that he was coded from alcohol several years ago.

“So I decided after I almost died from too much alcohol. I decided that enough was enough, but there are few like me,” said the Siberian.

From Evkodimovo to Lake Baikal - only a few hundred kilometers, but for most of the locals, his images are only fantasies, not real feelings.

“Here, my Baikal,” the Siberian smiles and waves his hand in the direction of the Iya River, which flows nearby. “I have never left my village in my life. I don’t need to.”

The conversation was interrupted by a stir in the bushes. "Do not be afraid, these are my cows. I graze the elder's cows. And so every day," says Kolya and it seems that he is happy with his life.

The road of life of the descendants of Lithuanians

"It's a pity we didn't meet at the cemetery," say other guests who visited the Lithuanian camp on the outskirts of the village.

This is the wife of an exiled Lithuanian who died two years ago. Albinas Rimkus Victoria and their daughter Svetlana. First of all, from a large basket, women take a multi-colored tablecloth, straighten it on the field and invite them to sit down. They begin to arrange treats: lightly salted cucumbers, pancakes, homemade sour cream, chopped sausage.

“We meet at the cemetery, this is our tradition. We bring refreshments and there we communicate not only with the living, but also with the dead,” Victoria says in Russian. Her daughter Svetlana does not speak Lithuanian either.

“My father didn’t teach, they always spoke Russian at home,” Svetlana explained, but after a short pause, she easily recalls the phrases laba diena and labas vakaras.

The women living here, telling their stories, smiled much more often than the Siberian they met earlier, but they admitted that living here is not easy. The widowed Victoria is already retired, and her daughter works at a recreation center in a neighboring village. However, it’s hard to turn only from a pension or her salary.

More hard-working villagers can earn extra money by collecting medicinal herbs, berries or mushrooms. Nature is rich in this.

“He who is not lazy earns money,” the interlocutors said, but added that the gifts of the forest should be shared with the bears living in the forests. “If there are a lot of berries and mushrooms, they don’t come to the village, but if the year is poor, anything can happen,” the woman assures.

In the fields surrounded by high fences, locals most often grow potatoes. In the greenhouses near the houses, the mustache of cucumbers is visible, and the sun paints red tomatoes.

“The Lithuanians taught the locals how to grow vegetables. They taught both pickling cucumbers and smoking lard. Albinas’s mother, who also rested here in Evdokimov, also cooked zeppelins,” Victoria recalled.

But the locals themselves do not bake bread either before or now. Notes with "bread days" hang on the doors of shops, and the choice is shaped light bread.

“They don’t bake, because they themselves need to grow, grind grains. They are lazy,” Svetlana explained.

The conditions of life are not facilitated by transport links either. The only means of communication with the nearest villages is by boat. It is used not only by those who are in a hurry to work, but by schoolchildren, since there are no schools in smaller villages.

On the streets of Yevdokimov you can meet not only freely roaming cows and horses, but also goats and pigs.

"But no one here slaughters their grown animals. A rare family here eats what they grow. Most are simply lazy - they sell a grown animal and buy meat in a store. And it is of unknown origin, bad," says Svetlana.

The mood in Yevdokimov is depressed, although an Armenian who came here a few years ago was able to take everything into his own hands. He became the headman of the village, creates jobs. The Lithuanians also experienced his hospitality - he extended a helping hand and refused to take money, having heard that the visitors needed wood from which the cross would be made.

The name of Lithuanians is respected in this village. “Everyone loved Albinas. He was hardworking, he could do everything,” said Svetlana and Victoria. It was".

Now in Evdokimov, where several dozen Lithuanians were sent, representatives of other nations do not live. Only Russians remained, who still remember with a smile about the Lithuanians, who brought an example of hard work into the depths of Russia.