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I was in Peredelkino on the weekend. Peredelkino is essentially a writers' village - it was created in 1933 to provide dachas (summer houses) for Soviet writers. It had around 30 wooden houses, a hotel, a Writers' Club, a library and a canteen. Most of the wooden buildings are lost to time, unfortunately. The first picture shows one of the two houses that lived (so pretty!) The canteen is in the basement of the Club and fully intact! We had lunch there and I was ecstatic to see they had one of the penguin podstakanniks and of course I had to ask for it! What a treasure!

Normally writers got 3-week all-expense-paid stays in Peredelkino, but some of the more outstanding ones had a chance to occupy a house (or half house) and live there with their families until the death of the writer.

There are 4 memorial houses (museums) in Peredelkino: Kornei Chukovsky, Boris Pasternak, Bulat Okudzhava and Yevgeny Yevtushenko.

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🤍 ‿Gazing into your eyes, I find the true meaning of life itself. You graced my life unexpectedly. Before long there you, glancing back at me with those beautiful horizon eyes of yours. That's all it took to render me from deep within my oceanic soul. You swept me off my feet before I could even say no. I fell in love with you. Life brought me you. Fir when our paths cross its as if the constallions aligned for the first time. It's as if the sun had caressed Mother Earth for the first time. The oceans splashed upon the harbors. Life enlightened me by murmuring our names upon the glistening seas of everlasting love. You became my everything. You became my world. You & Only you. Only US. Only Our Love, my darling horizon.⁀🤍

Written: September 5th, 2023