The story of the Kiev square
The Pavlovsk garden in Kiev – it is a real mystical place, where at certain intervals of time disappear Park sculptures! Want believe, want – listen to the true story of our city.
Can a person fifty years to walk in one of Kiev’s squares, measuring by steps rough asphalt? I think not. Even with breaks for sleep, eating, going to school, Institute or University, to travel far and near. Can’t a normal person can carry half a century. But if I deny its monotonous life its approval. It’s like some kind of disease is to mentally draw endless circles in the extreme, the longest paths of the garden (the route was streamlined) – evenings, daytime, weekends and weekdays. Nothing to do, or for better sleep or for fun, or, eventually, to drink beer – occupying (for about twenty minutes-thirty), despite the discontent of pensioners, one of the garden benches.
Innates of Kiev, these green Islands in the middle of paved city called it the “gardens”.
Have to say that the garden itself is in the center of the city – on crossing of streets of Pavlovsk, Kotsyubinsky and Gogol – changes over time. Its green lawns under the old derevyankoa were densely planted all kinds of shrubs – wolf berries, hawthorn, still some unknown to me the Bush. But over the past quarter century all these beautiful live borders between paths and trimmed grass Islands in a strange way disappeared. Like the grass under the trees behind the garden a long time no one cares and not even watering. After all, the post of gardener, which in the old days, even built a tiny house in one of the corners of the square, recently reduced, and now the children of Kiev and neophytes of the city freely trample former lawns, persistently bringing the upper soil layer to that peculiar state when he’s dusty in the summer, becomes a real swamp under the autumn rains as well as hard and bumpy surface in winter.
But in the garden, not all were so corny and predictable. Actually Pavlovsky Park (the city government created it in place of the small beam at the beginning of the twentieth century) is a real mystical place, where at certain intervals of time disappear Park sculptures! Want believe, want – listen to the true story of our city.
Once, long ago… And it’s not the words of the tale, and observation of Kiev… now, once in the center of the garden was a white circular fountain, exceptional creation of Soviet “art”. On the circle of the fountain-basin (circles in the garden, you see, are everywhere…), made of material unknown to me, there were three pretty ugly naked pioneer (dressed in some swimming trunks; ties and the characteristic indicated their party affiliation) with a huge carp in his hands. Carp, unlike the pioneers, had very functional, not ideological significance: from their gaping mouths into the water round the fountain more or less regularly poured trickle of water. But the most interesting, in my opinion, was the figure of a pioneer at the center of the fountain, wearing the same suit and his friends. This Robinson stood in full growth on a round the island-a raised platform of the muddy waters masterpiece of landscape art and proudly held high in his hands raised… No, not the fish. What kind of fruit a vase exactly like the picture in a forgotten now “the Book about tasty and healthy food” (a best-seller among Soviet women, with a Preface by A. comrade Mikoyan). From this vase sometimes, when serving under proper pressure, also squirted water up, flooding the melting of the pioneer, which looked ambiguous: because the pioneer of with soaked panties, judging by the expression on his face, does not get out of the pool or river, and, in fact, not even going to look for a pond, even while floating under his feet.
In winter, when the fountain was empty, or, more often, when not drained water in the round pool was just cold, anti-Soviet saboteurs in the face of students, going to the center of the fountain, was built-was iced to the batches of the long standing pioneer of the icicle. Horizontal phallic symbol brazenly protruded forward, indicating either a direction to a public restroom, which is still present in the garden, or (who knows?) alluding to the fact that such pioneer seed accelerator is it time to take the ranks of the Lenin Komsomol…
But times are changing… And the garden with them. One day began radical reconstruction of the smelly restroom at preschool. And no sooner had the townspeople to recover from this unexpected event (still all the children, continue not to lose in this public school, went for their natural needs at the local transformer station), right through the day and the old fountain was destroyed. In its place emerged “modern” and quite dangerous for kids building, which is a large, plain, meter depth, square in outline, concreted a hole in the asphalt. From the bottom of this pit is a wonderful way to light sometimes appeared prostatico-painful jets, caviar filling water to the bottom of the creation of avant-garde Soviet architecture of small forms.
Meanwhile, the wild imagination of any officer (obviously, after a good dinner with glass) advised him that this square, probably got its name from the character of the Soviet mythology of Pavlik Morozov. It turned out that the Pavlovsk garden, so named in the early twentieth century, and Pavlik in it! The government realized its folly in relation to Lenin’s plan of monumental propaganda. And then began the real construction of the century in the scale of an individual Park.
Across the Pavlovsk garden was laid. road? alley? – unknown what: wide and paved with heavy concrete slabs. And soon the tubercle, to the foot of which stretched an incredible governmental-grey plane appeared and the monument. An unknown young man in a cap, obviously ill some grave hereditary disease (his bare legs, slightly bent at the knees, unnaturally inside vyvorachivayu), menacingly raised his right hand above his head. The young man looked at something behind the trees, not paying attention to planted near three thin Russian birches. Local analysts-historians have decided that, without a doubt, this is the legendary Pavlik Morozov. Although no signatures on the monument’s pedestal was not.
The Pavlovsk garden in may.
Most intrigued by that direct study of this three-meter statue was found: it is completely hollow inside. A knock on the gray surface and prokofyevna rods of rebar toes Pavlik was irrefutably proved that the external material stone lies a terrible void. And it was a great character disappeared soon the state and its government, the character created by thieving workers who absconded with all the materials that was…
Fiction monument waited for his bitter final in a few months. Pretty boozy night, workers dropped from the hill the statue of the fighter for Communist ideals. In the morning the janitor and the gardener in the Park one person has already removed the broken hands-feet Pavlik. Head, it seems, was never found.
Comrade P. Morozov disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.
Only a year has already filled up near the fountain (Yes, the pit in the middle of the Park was a big flower bed!), suddenly, construction began. First came the foot of a monument! Was soon installed, and the monument itself. Reincarnation all expected of Pavlik Morozov was strange: a man in uniform, with his sword on his side, carefully read the unknown book, which confidently held in his right hand. It was clearly not P. Morozov. But who. The answer soon revealed to all permanent promenaden old kindergarten. On one of several plates of polished red granite, the correct square was surrounded by the pedestal, a false gold shone the words: “the Arc. Gaydar”.
The logic of Soviet power it was impossible to understand. After all, comrade. Ark. Gaidar hardly ever ran in circles in the Park – as we all are… what has he? And why not Pavlik.
You will not believe, but soon the unfortunate Gaidar suffered the fate of his colleagues P. Morozova: Arcadia found broken in the morning. Cleaning the fragments of a warrior and a writer now happening much faster. A couple of days, our worker people nicked all granite plates. Even the one with the inscription.
I think that is quite proved: the Pavlovsk garden mystically unhappy for all sorts of monuments. This is evidenced by the fact that soon the restored pedestal (no doubt, for new statues!), on which stood Gaidar, was never used for its intended purpose, and black labradorite, which so rashly then established, was stolen on the first night.
Obviously, after that, the power took heed of all the signs of destiny and stopped the construction of another monument. But whoever came up again on a dark stone? Mystery.
The remains of the pedestal.
Now in the Pavlovsk garden jostle obedient pesaresi, day and night to serve beer bought in nearby stalls, Yes walk, young mothers with children. Where young women go? Parks and gardens in “the greenest city in Europe” – a cat naplakal. So they have no…