The datcha and the garden determined many years of my family’s life. There was time when our livelihood directly depended on own land plot. For each generation of my relatives the garden was a place of a hard work on the land. When my mother, my sister and I moved from Kazakhstan to Russia after divorce of my parents, relations with earth remained only thing that continued to connect parts of our divided family and formed my understanding of origins.
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