From generation to generation passed on the ancient traditions of the rites on the coast the river. Girl alone, or together with friends came to the shore, sat down at the fleeting water and sang songs, often sad, coming from the depths of her soul. This was not only because she wanted to pour her soul to water, to which was treated as a sacred spiritual sister. Such actions gave her the opportunity to give the water all the heartaches that the water carried away this pain forever.

P.S. Mist on the photo №2 and red halo on the photo №3 are optical effects, no photoshop.