If you want to breathe in the purest air deeply, then be sure to pay attention to the Meshchera Territory. It is rich in dense forests and pine forests, endless meadows, open fields. And the transparent wind brings pure oxygen straight to the lungs of the traveler, and a feeling of lightness and the prime of life appears.
All the charm of this place lies in the simplicity of nature, as if descended from the pages of books.
Oh, how much you can see here! These are clear waters, and pine forests smelling of resin and spruce spirit, and stacks of freshly cut hay, which keep warm even on gloomy autumn days.
And if you climb inside the stack, you will find yourself as if in a pressure chamber, where it is quiet, warm and smells of herbs.
This land is a real treasure, like a virgin and unspoiled nature. On the territory where the sounds are intertwined, they are carried over vast expanses and like a boomerang returns to where they went to travel.
Here, the singing of birds is diluted with the howling of wolves, the cry of a red-haired fox, cries of bitterness and the hoot of an owl.
Having been here once, you will definitely want to come back here again to feel the unreal attraction of nature, to be imbued with kinship and exchange blood with this incomprehensible accumulator of strength.
This place sinks into the soul, like a beautiful baby pulling weak little hands to you. And every willow hanging over the water surface becomes dear to the heart and attractive to the eye to such an extent that one wants to write a long novel about it.
