Cherven. A small town in the Minsk region with a population of about 10,000, first mentioned in chronicles in 1387.

It happens sometimes that the weather perfectly reflects the atmosphere of a town and provides its own assessment of the place where you are visiting for the first time. This often coincides with your own internal impressions. That was the case with Slonim, with Tolochin, and it happened with Cherven and the subsequent towns that we visited at the end of July.

Hopeless grayness best describes what we saw. Only occasionally did light blue glimpses appear, but they were as short-lived as our desire to stay here longer.

As we walked through the town, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. It was as if time had stood still in Cherven. The old buildings, the cobblestone streets, and the lack of modern conveniences all added to the town’s charm. It was like stepping back in time to a simpler era.

Despite the grayness of the day, the people of Cherven were friendly and welcoming. We stopped at a local café and were delighted with the delicious pastries and hot coffee. The café was cozy and inviting, with colorful curtains and handmade decorations on the walls.

We continued our walk, exploring the town’s main square and admiring the ornate architecture of the churches and public buildings. The town had a rich history, and it was evident in every stone and every street corner.

As we left Cherven, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing to stay longer. The town had left an indelible impression on me, and I knew that I would always treasure the memories of my visit there.