tree, and here it was most likely planted by the owners of these forests, these places, the count of puslovndred years old, and there is not just one here, there are many of them, i roughly counted about more than two hundred of them... the big ones, not counting the small ones, and the little one has grown up , this indicates that the grove is alive, that it will not disappear over time, but the undergrowth will rise and it will continue for centuries , here there really is such a grove, solid, capital, here it is felt that this is a monument of nature in us forever, almost all of my work is dedicated to this area. to the surrounding forests, to the lake, this lake is so significant to my destiny that it is dedicated to it, many stories are dedicated to it , i also have poems dedicated to this lake: a quiet lake, a sheet of shore, the wind capping the needles of pine needles, sparkling roses,