Karelia

For me all she has incorporated in small village on coast Seglake (Segozero) and its vicinities.
First time I have arrived in Karelian Maselga in August, 1988. I went here absolutely nothing knowing about this edge. I heard responses familiar, friends, but knowingly speak, that it is better to see once, than hundred times to hear. And having seen, I have understood, that I should arrive here again.
Karelia ? Then she began for me not with its geographical border. I cannot recollect now from what at all, so much impressions have fallen upon me in the first evening and day. We have arrived in Karmaselga about seven evenings, and in eleven the bath, Russian bath heated on white was ready. We is direct from a porch of a bath dived into lake. It was very healthy, not looking at cold air and water.
Also the first day full was impressions. Was a lot of new familiar, there were meetings with old which knew across Moscow. Went for a drive on lake on a motor boat, have caught a pike, casually, instead of a duck have hit ãàãàðó. And it probably the only thing, that then has very much upset me.
And then we went in a wood - collected mushrooms and berries. For a long time I did not see such abundance. White, aspen mushrooms, birch mushrooms, let alone russulas. And on a red-dark blue carpet, from berries it was simply a pity to go.
We long walked on a wood, and coming back back to the machine have seen fresh traces - here the lamb recently has passed.
Immense open spaces, untouched wild beauty of the nature. As here it is beautiful. Each person has the Moscow, the Leningrad, the Karelia. There is she and at me, unlike on any another. Karelia with its woods and lakes, with its gifts and riches which are open and belong only to me and anybody to another.
Quickly flew by days and it was time to me to come back home. As I would not like to leave from here. I left Karelia with tears. With me yet to time such was not. I left here everything, that was expensive my heart: lakes, woods, roads.

I leaved by train. In current ten minutes it went along Onega, and, costing at a window, I admired it beauty, admired with tears on eyes.
The next morning I was already at home - in Moscow. And only the basket of mushrooms and a basket of the cowberry, typed on road to station, reminded me of Karelia.

As I would like back ?
10.1990



Karelia

K.Ryzhova''s words

In different edges
We leave hearts a particle,
In memory carefully meetings storing ?
Here and now
We could not fall in love in any way
How to not love
Incomparable these edges!

Karelia will long dream,
Will dream since then
Peaked fur-trees of an eyelash
Above blue eyes of lakes.

The white night
It was lowered silently on rocks,
The white night without a break shines..,
And to not understand,
Whether sky lakes has fallen,
And to not understand,
Whether the lake in the sky is floating.