Nazyvaevskaya

Motherland. Such a beggar, neglected, but such a native land ... A sad and depressing sight, a master would be good ...

I live there, few places where you can get together

Responsive staff, in fact free for all the toilet. The only thing is that there is a presence of a higher comfort room, in fact it does not work. Eat, except pies in the nearest store-tavern, nowhere

The train's train is small.

The city, wilts, turns into a village.