Dacha Stories

Summer evenings at the dachas are intoxicating and beautiful. A woman, having finished all her tasks and fed her family, pours herself some tea and opens a book. Russian classics – A. Kuprin with his passionate sketches, A. Chekhov with his sly smile over the mundane, I. Bunin with his longing for the fleeting summer – knew a thing or two about dachas. They have often had tea here, under the old pear tree, and it seems they also believed that «summer is a small life.»