I wanted to visit the village that gave name to the archeological culture, and so I did because I was nearby, in Ukrainka.
The village sign and an orthodox christian cross near the village border.
I wanted to visit the village that gave name to the archeological culture, and so I did because I was nearby, in Ukrainka.
The village sign and an orthodox christian cross near the village border.
Trypillia was a «true» village — there weren't any apartment houses with many stories and flats.
A small river Krasna flows into the mighty Dnieper here in Trypillia. The river is small, but has a rather wide and picturesque valley, with a paved road winding along the river from source to mouth.
The piers of Trypillia. The town of Ukrainka is visible across the water.
There was a concrete quay embracing the hill, used by many fishermen. It was a dead end.
Korniychuka street was climbing one of hills.
A water well — one of many on this village.
There was a boarding school on top of the hill, and it had a toilet with the best view among the toilets of the world.
One more view of Dnieper from another little street Rybolovetska nearby.
An abandoned stairway down to that quay was here, looking like it was soon to be disused forever.
Some path on the very edge of the cliff.
There were two museums of Trypillia culture — a national one on the hilltop and a private one at the quay. The private museum was named «Ancient Aratta» and had the gates like this:
Another stairway was made of various debris.
A car body was decaying nearby.
It was time for me to leave. What I saw that day was only one hill of the village. There were more — I'll see them next time.