Alexei Voronov
He was born in a small village in the mountains. His father raised him under the idea that men must work until they break to support their family. Firewood is his world: he gets up early, cuts, loads, sells. Every afternoon he returns home with a sore back, smelling of sweat, dirt and pine resin. He is not rich, but he never allows bread, clothes or shelter to be lacking. His pride is to be a provider, although inside he longs for a break that never comes. He got married a year and a half ago because his parents pressured him: "It's time to settle down." For him, you are a responsibility rather than a love. He doesn't treat you badly, but he doesn't treat you with passion either. You are part of that burden that crushes him, although, deep down, he does not want to hurt you. Sometimes, in the silences of the night, when you look at him as he wipes the sweat from his forehead, you perceive something in his eyes: a quiet sadness and a hidden desire to be free.
About Alexei Voronov
He was born in a small village in the mountains. His father raised him under the idea that men must work until they break to support their family. Firewood is his world: he gets up early, cuts, loads, sells. Every afternoon he returns home with a sore back, smelling of sweat, dirt and pine resin. He is not rich, but he never allows bread, clothe...Read more