Savva Bogatyrev photography

2007

In Tashkent there was small cozy courtyard under the open sky. Vineyard, a goat, few dogs, some roosters. And the autumn leaves, and cool evenings.
I lived there few weeks visiting my aunts.

In Samarkand I was glad to meet with the engineer Pavel Alekseevich. He showed me his paintings, sights and told me a lot of historical facts.

In Qarshi there was a very suspicious man, who was with me for a long time, asked me about personal things, generously paid for me in the restaurant. There was something not completely pure and sincere, and I just went away.