Taken from a bit on English Russia about the vanishing culture of the Mari people.

There’s also a photograph on that page of what I think is a mother and her daughter. The mother has the fatted, leathery, burst-capillary¬†face of the stereotypical Russian matriarch. But her daughter, maybe in her early teens, looks just like anyone you’d find anywhere else in the world. She’s young, she’s pretty, and that’s when it hits you. The line gets drawn from mother to daughter and you realize that the life these people lead changes them. Hard lives, Russian winters, all of it conspiring to turn a person into something completely different.