In the childhood, I knew that spirits live on the buckthorn tree of my grandmother. Her country house was on the edge of the forest, there was growing hazel and I and my sister had our house in the woods. For some reason I clearly understood at the time that a part of the forest adjoining to our area - it's my forest, my possession. I do not know how to explain it, not what I wanted to isolate this part of the fence, no. We are just were friends with the forest, it liked me, and I - it.
This photograph was taken after 15 years the last time I saw a forest. Now on the country house area there are new buildings, the other fence and gate, tile and new planтеперьts, but my Forest has remained the same, the same clear and native.