Recorded on the wooden bridge between Skobyanka and Ostrovok
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Or is it just me who thinks of ships and docks listening to those distant trains' horns?
Crackling sounds of a damp leaf-covered yard
World Listening Day 2010: Searching for Silence
Operated by the ticket-collector the old-fashioned buzzer
First sounds of spring, snow and icicles melt