I have something to say about taiga. I was there twice a long time and was able to get to know her better. At a more conscious age, I went to Yakutia, to the north, where there are long white nights, where there can be very hot, but short summers, where winter is freezing frost in the absolutely unimaginable temperature of -52.6 ° F
But in the early morning summer taiga wraps and lulls, it sleeps. The taiga wakes up slowly, a little lazy as if stretching after sleep. Taiga is melancholy.
This is a strange time when it seems that nature is spying on you, tending you to sleep, intending to wake up instead of you. And you want to submit to this nature6 beauty, nebula, coziness, and some special magic that it creates.
After an hour of torment, I still decided what I would write here, in the first part of this, about Theodosius - a bright and simple city, bathed in the sun. To begin with, I will say that I love him very much. I can’t say that there are obvious reasons for this, besides a conscious first acquaintance with Crimea through him, as well as a sufficiently distant call of my ancestors, which is clearly and obviously echoed in me. Here lived my great-grandmother with her sisters. Here in Feodosia. Long.
And in 2014, I also recognized this city, which, having passed through the well-known upheavals, like the whole Crimea, smiled and seemed to care for all the events anyway - it didn’t cease to rejoice at something, make noise in the surf and reveal its rainbow-colored hugs to newcomers or newcomers here.
I was shocked by one feature of this city - regardless of the season, people who come here to relax here in the summer or the strong sea wind in winter and early autumn, the city, I repeat, always smiles. How can this be? I do not know. How can a city maintain its coziness all four seasons in sweltering heat or in heavy rain? Can. And saves. And the city does not come to life in the hot season, as often happens in coastal cities, at this time it only increases the number of people and opens more tents and establishments, but the atmosphere and its liveliness remain unchanged. The whole city is, as it were, flocking to the sea. And it would seem that this is absolutely obvious because here is the embankment, beach, sea, but I did not notice such a feature in other cities - neither in Yalta, nor in Sevastopol, nor in Sudak, nor even in Yevpatoriya. And I cannot explain this phenomenon.
To better imagine, I will explain this with a simple example. I live in Moscow and a 7-minute walk from the house on both sides - a forest, a landscape reserve, 20 minutes - a forest, a lake and picnics, 15 minutes - a huge forest park "Troparevo", and this is generally a huge array, there is an incredible amount of houses around trees - chestnuts, apple trees, cherries, and there are many of them. And if someone lives without a green zone near the house, if there is no park nearby, then it can be a little difficult for them to imagine that you can go out and find yourself in the woods in the heat, for example, while the person living there doesn’t really pay attention to it his attention (as for me - I appreciate it every day, it is a great blessing, especially in Moscow), because he walks without hesitation among the greenery and each time in the magnetic direction to this green massif.
In the same way, in Feodosia - everything is attracted to the sea. You can safely walk to the sea. Someone even went out to the store or took a walk, sat by the sea, went on about his business. For me, it is so strange and amazing that sometimes my mind cannot contain it. It is so simple. This is an ordinary life.