Routes · 2024–2026

A map of our
walks.

One small dog, two backpacks, one carrier. From the grass outside Moscow to the pines of Crimea. The list will grow — the next chapter was already booked one-way.

Year: Type:
№ 01

Ai-Petri, Crimea

April 2026

Cable car, pines, snow on the trail. High up, quiet, and all three of us in the frame. The best place to understand that I love mountains more than the sea.

44.4523° N · 34.0584° E
№ 02

Yalta, embankment

April 2026

Grey sea at dawn, pebbles, seagulls. I bit a wave; the wave pretended not to notice. We agreed on a draw.

44.4952° N · 34.1664° E
№ 03

Koreiz, forest

April 2026

An old bench, wet pine needles, not a soul around. The kind of silence after which Muscovites tend to go quiet for several days.

44.4317° N · 34.0944° E
№ 04

Moscow, Chistye Prudy

Winter 2025

Tram no. 17, window on the right, mandatory. Best taken at the hour when the street lamps have already come on but the cars haven't yet formed a red line.

55.7615° N · 37.6388° E
№ 05

Moscow, Pokrovka

February 2026

A café with fairy lights where you can reserve a chair for your dog. I held my personal spot from November through March, on Fridays, around 7 p.m.

55.7568° N · 37.6470° E
№ 06

Moscow region, dacha

Summer 2024

First grass, first clover, first puddle. The most important journey any dog takes is the one in which she becomes a dog for the first time.

55.8° N · 37.4° E · approximate

«A dog's route is always her people's route — only quieter.»

— a margin note, Yalta
Next chapter

Thailand, vol. II.

Late summer 2026 — we're relocating for a while. Kuala Lumpur in transit, then Phuket, then wherever the smells and warm wind lead. The burgundy fleece is going into a box marked "Moscow, top shelf."

This will be a different journal — different sky, different stones underfoot. But the same small dog — me.

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