Several images from a set of views for the Girl’s hut by Valeriy Zrazhevskiy.
Cold wind blew freely through it’s bowels making cloth and furs tremble, touching gently the remains of things once filling numerous shelfs, but now scattered over the floor or frozen dead in swollen ice. It slept… Waiting for something or someone else it could devour and merge into it’s calm and peaceful slumber.
A set of views for the abandoned hut by Igor Vitkovskiy.
What if it’s Mashka, she thought, sinking the blade into soft slurping mass. Though the girl undestood all too well – the piglet that was running joyfully over the yard just several months back, all the time miraculously finding the way to slip through the planks of the pen, should be long eaten by now – this obsessive question haunted her mind every single time nonetheless. She hoped to show the cute beast to her babe one day, but harsh winter decided it’s fate differently… To shake off these thoughts, she sank the knife deeper, all the way to the handle, and uttered a short grunt.