Alexey Shevtsov (itpedia). (№ 301329)

To visit Pripyat, I didn't understand what lures people in this town, but, being in this place, the atmosphere reigning there pierced through me. You completely lose the ability to speak, getting there in the first few seconds. It with what not comparable feeling, bordering the wonder and joy of what he saw and compassion. There is an immediate redefining of values, you realize that the world around us, it is only the objects and things, and nothing more. You pass through the tunnel of leaves and its depth notice of the ten-storied house, next to him another house and another, a whole street of these houses. It was an ordinary Soviet district, it was a common Soviet street, where he drove cars, work shops, people hurrying to work and now it's empty. Imbued with these thoughts, your body suddenly sprinkled goosebumps like rash. Before your eyes are the family at the bus stop, you see thick traffic, you see the open Windows of apartments, but this no longer exists. Literally in an instant it all ceased to exist.