I wander through the quiet night streets of typical Soviet buildings. Pink and yellow pastel two- storey buildings in the style of the Stalinist Empire form cozy courtyards overgrown with greenery. Empty playgrounds with swings. The warm glow of dim lanterns on tall poles. The ancient district of the city plunged into a night sleep in the thick mystical darkness of midnight. Deserted roads paved with asphalt lead into the distance past courtyards. The atmosphere of peace, quiet and comfort of the sleeping areas, the city is resting from the daytime noise, only cicadas chirping in the bushes. The blooming bird cherry spreads its fragrance across the yards. The charm of an ancient city of a great country