which, like today's passenger flights, went on a journey down, along pripyat, they say, the city above pinoyke a magical vision, woven from water, ancient buildings and fogs, the latter giving rise to the famous russian poet alexander blok to compare pinsk with the mythical kitizhgrad. fortunately, the water element was more favorable to this glorious one. city, otherwise our journey would have been underwater, sounds good in search of the belarusian atlantis. every trip is new impressions, pleasant acquaintances, experience, they say people who have traveled a lot and seen a lot can be recognized from thousands, and not only by a properly packed suitcase, loose-fitting clothes and comfortable shoes. come here. look, enterprising pinsk residents, advertising is even on the asphalt, let's go further and see black and white portals into the history of the ancient city, the author of street art is evgeniy syusyura. on the supports of the old bridge, across the back there are wheeled gunpowders floating along the river, a sawmill across the river, a plot with palishuks, reminiscent of the existe