This Estonian costume dates from 1800-1925.
First, don’t you think that’s an awfully broad period? Surely fashion changed somewhat in 125 years. Second, I am really digging the skirt.
Village life flows slowly. Here’s a poem by Lucian Blaga (poorly translated) - an Eastern European poet:
The soul of the village
Girl, put your hands on my knees
I think eternity was born in the village
Here every thought is slower
And your heart pulsates more seldom
As if not beating within your chest,
But deep in the earth somewhere
Here the thirst for salvation can be healed
And if your feet are bleeding
Just sit on a mogul of clay.
Look, it’s evening.
The soul of the village flutters nearby
Like the aroma of freshly cut grass
Like a drop of smoke from the eaves of straw
Like a dance of lambs on high tombs.