This is Russia, brother!
Maciek Stolarski
I had just clicked the camera when an elderly woman came running out of the house screaming.
She demanded to know by what permission I had taken a photograph of her house. She certainly had not consented to this act. There we were, in a snow-covered Siberian hamlet. The place appeared to be desolate. The wooden houses set back, looked too flimsy to withstand the harsh climate.