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June - August 2002 As promised in a previous story, this time we will not stay in the city. Moscow in July through September 2002 is unbearably hot, forest fires around it add their smoke to a generic smog of the summer, and most of our apartments are not equipped with air conditioners. Fortunately, most offices are, but even a workaholic occasionally has to leave a cool workplace. And get fried and smothered simultaneously.
There is a chance to avoid this summer torture at least on a weekend. All you need is to escape from the city into the forest and onto river banks, to breath relatively fresh air, to lazily float on a small ripples of a lake or a reservoir... Most Muscovites do have a place to escape, and the name of it is dacha. There are a few stories about dacha in this my collection, and now I will not add another one. Just a single picture that you see on the right shows a dramatic change. After dozens of years, an old dacha home was renovated and looks so different. For those who track my dacha stories, here is a link to compare the photo to older ones. As always in my stories here, you can zoom in on any picture. Just click on an image and a larger and better quality photo will open. Many of the photos are worth looking at in postcard size. |
Chapels and churches grow in the areas of famous springs by the week. They are built according to old traditions, and the wooden architecture makes even nicer these already charming landscapes. Well, telling about that hot summer it's only natural to return all the time to the theme of water. Cool and refreshing, it was a true blessing, no matter do you believe or not.
Take a look at the pictures below, they present samples of these wooden and stone constructions that are the landmarks of the places worth visiting on a summer weekend outside of Moscow.
But let us come back to water - the two months covered by this story were so unbearably hot that the main dream over weekdays was to escape from the furnace of the city and enjoy freshness of the water. Any sort of water.
Even small private planes take off from the water - and make money on those who are ready to pay for the fun of a flight above the water at low altitude watching all the fleet of new Russian toys.
Small towns smell with fine dust on the dirt roads, fresh fruits, and the smoke of ovens. Lazy barking of dogs breaks the silence not known in the urban centers where hissing of tires on the asphalt penetrates every corner. These places are another reason to leave the city on a weekend. They are perfect for a short rest between busy weekdays - but this story is over, and the summer of 2002, too. Next time, next time... Let's have a short break - until the next story, until the cold of winter... Andrey - asebrant@online.ru |
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