Вдаль ведет меня дорога.

As the sun dips low, casting long shadows across the rolling hills, a solitary path invites the traveler deeper into the heart of Tuscany. The landscape, painted in hues of emerald and gold, breathes with the quiet rhythm of spring. Cypress trees stand like sentinels along the way, guiding the eye toward the distant villa perched atop the ridge. This is not just a road—it’s a passage through time, memory, and the enduring beauty of the Italian countryside. Each step echoes with the weight of history and the promise of discovery.