|Saratov is a large Russian city, of almost a million people, on the Volga. There's nothing unknown about it, of course, unless you have never heard about Saratov at all.
Whether you have never heard about Saratov or know a great deal about it, I'm sure you will find something entirely new on this website created to discover and collect unknown facts about the beautiful city where the author happens to have been born and brought up. I have lived here all my life and have formed an unbreakable bond with the very special city I'm proud to call home. Wherever I travel and whatever beautiful places I explore, Saratov keeps calling me back, and, responding to this irresistible call, I come back again and again.
Saratov rocks. It's that simple.
Isn't it splendid, my city of birth?
Maybe too good for me: quiet and classy,
Sad in the autumn, its air so glassy,
Home to poets, a star on the Earth.
Greyish and foggy, all covered with rails,
Like on a map, on my palms it is drawn
And by a roaring rain overthrown.
Buildings are salty, and so is my face.
Salty are those mysterious drops,
Touching my face, always making me wonder
What we have lost in the rain, in the thunder.
Cold is the weather; this rain never stops.
Never to find it again in the books,
Something important we've lost; and forever,
I am to live with the knowledge that never
I'll be a child again. So it looks.
But you'll stay young and remember my youth,
Even at four hundred years stay proud,
Grow and strengthen and speak out loud,
Beautiful city, the place of my birth.
Last modified: 29.08.2009