Have you ever thought about mysterious Russian soul? Where can we find it? In vodka? In Kalashnikov? In balalaikas? Go to out-of the-road. Where are no cities, factories, cars. Where you can see stars and drink water from a river. Enter a forest. Lean against a birch. Feel the soil that feeds it. Taste the wind that sway it. Take off all loads from your mind. And when you'll go away - take something made of birch with you - place the piece of Russian soul on your desktop.