Architecture of a provincial town. In any land, on any side of the earth, there is a small town with small houses. Time passes, the houses get smaller. They grow into the ground. Someone gets lucky, and it becomes a tourist attraction. Someone gets lucky, and he gets a new owner, and then a new roof, new windows, gates and porch. And someone will not be lucky and a high-rise building is growing in its place. When you paint the landscape of the old city in the open air, thoughts are born about the time, about the past, about the city and about yourself.