Do you know where the Russian soul begins? Where a fresh piece of bread touches children's palms, where it smells like freshly harvested hay and fresh milk. It's where the forest and mushrooms are on the edge of the forest. Somewhere where the birch leaves are rustling, where the cones crackle under your feet...

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Creating a new small house for Slava Polunin, I immersed myself in my own childhood and my memories. From early childhood, I was taught to respect the bread, not to throw it away and never play with it. Also one of the brightest childhood memories was linden leaves. Which we could put on our noses and pretend ourselves to be forest goblins or magical animals. Of the many childhood memories, I chose these as the starting point for the beginning of the design of a pavilion.