The church in the village of Lukinskoye. Yesterday we visited this place for the first time. The temple is being restored thanks to the efforts of local residents and voluntary donations; the state and the Russian Orthodox Church show no interest. However, local residents are actively trying to preserve the church and breathe new life into it. We were greeted by a friendly woman named Irina, holding a rake. She told us about the current life of the church. At that time, another woman was cleaning inside the temple, while a man nearby was transporting something in a cart. On the door, there are contacts of people you can call if you arrive and want to be let inside. This is a vivid example of caring attitude, a beacon of preservation and revival of culture. Tractors were passing by, sowing the fields. Life goes on.

This is what attracts attention and brings joy, as in other places there is disorder, neglect, hopelessness, and gloom, even in neighboring villages. It seems that two Russias exist side by side, not intersecting with each other. I wish that Lukinskoye village was considered and referred to as Russia. Such places give us hope for the future.