Once again, winter tightens the granite shores with ice. The majestic city on the edge of the north has given up hope of warmth. It has hidden the fallen leaves under the snow, like memories. But this is not the end, but an endless renewal. The Neva — black and thick — never stops, carrying the past into the bay. And the river’s new blood is already pressing from within the ice, ready to crack it and break the silence. When the Neva floods its banks once again!
Our festival has taken place in the city on the Neva eleven times already. It’s time to meet again!