And in Ryazan– mushrooms with eyes. Vorobeichikovs and went for mushrooms... : )) In this story, in fact, as always, I have a minimum of usefulness, lack of recommendations and vivid illustrations - only drool-snot emotions.
Spend the night in a store, get hit on the forehead in the wilds of a water tower, feel the history of the provincial town itself - the Vorobeichikovs are ready for anything, as long as the house does not go out : ) We drove to Zaraisk from Ryazan terribly depressed and broken.