Na kromke bytija

Not far from Plessetsk aerospace base in the far north of Russia, the inhabitants of Pogorelets village make ends meet by searching the extensive surrounding woodland for metal parts that have fallen off rockets. Unspoiled nature and a state-of-the-art technology, which admittedly sometimes fails, exist side by side. For the country people and especially the local philosopher poet, this is a source of disabused meditation on man’s place in the cosmos, on time and human destiny’