It was in 1964, a winter night. I walked down Nevsky and at the crossroads with the channel of Gryboedov saw a man who, despite the snowfall, was crumbling in front of the house.
I asked, “Why are you doing this? You waste time. And she calmly replied, “And let it see, I’ll remove it again! I live alone – than sitting at home, I will work better!”
I ran home for the camera and shot the whole film. Only one picture was clear. I consider him the best in my life. I called it Night Cleaning. The Desert Street. He throws snow. And a little woman struggles with snowfall and loneliness in her soul.

Yuri Šennikov, photographer