My village Thirty years ago my parents-in-law decided to build a house in a village. They were dreaming about a summer residence surrounded by forests and fields, with a bucolic atmosphere. Once they favored a little place named Vereten’kovo (the village of Spindles), which perfectly suited their reverie. All the house building works were realized by themselves, that’s why the process was not fast and lasted for a couple of years. Tales about this epopee became a part of our family mythology and are being retold again and again. For the first time I came to Vereten'kovo eight years ago with my future husband to be represented to his parents. Every year our family get together in Vereten’kovo. Relatives, who live in different cities, have a chance to meet each other here. So, thanks to this place we never lose connection between each other and support kind relationship. The house is made of wood and is very comfortable for life. It has two floors with five bedrooms, kitchen, dining room and hall. It is filled with old family photos, my husband’s early paintings, folk crafts and many other knick-knacks. Some of the objects, such as wooden spinning-wheel and accordion were bought at the flea market in a neighbored town, some furniture is also rather old and is a heritage from our great-grand mother. Some time ago our house had a stove in its dining-room. In was made of bricks in the manner of those stoves, that had been traditionally used by peasants up to the mid of the XX century. We heated it with wooden logs and cooked lettuce soup, millet porridge and roast veal on its hot coals. Three years ago the stove was broken, when we knew that our neighbor’s house burned down because of a disrepair in their stove. The main problem with Vereten’kovo is that the village is isolated from the rest of the world by kilometers of wild forest. Some zones of the forest are rather dangerous because of the deep bogs, whose territory is becoming larger and larger thanks to the beavers’ activity. Lost in the forests, our little village with its dozen of houses has nor cafes, neither shops. To buy something to eat we have to go seven kilometres on foot by a tortuous route in the woods. But the biggest trouble is a bad connection with telephone and Internet networks.