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Our Crimea

March 5, 2015 Boris Kolymagin

The island of Crimea is the dream of the White Guard. They did not hold, did not abandon the attack from Perekop. There was a fantasy of Vasily Aksenov. But his novel seems to be no longer relevant.

The Crimea Peninsula hardly grows into Russian life. This can be seen even from the car window: most road signs and inscriptions in Ukrainian did not have time to change. There are catastrophically few tourists in Crimea now, it is understandable: not the season; And the road police, in order not to lose left income, stops even those whom it is not accepted to stop. So, on the Angarsk pass, a bus with vacationers slowed down. He went to the rise without turning on the headlights - pay. The driver unfinses, and passengers throw themselves to the aid of the poor fellow.

In the sanatorium, the owners are glad to guests. But they do not hide their attitude to what are happening. Especially to the increase in prices for goods and food. More recently, the lard cost 350. And already 700 in the market in Yalta. And so in everything. Moscow prices or close to that. “What is 10 thousand? - The masseur complains to his salary. - If you do not rent housing, you will disappear! "

Who to hand over is also a problem. Will the tourist season break? Will the Russians go to the “All -Union Health Resort”, or will inflation force them to prefer work in the garden by the sea? And will there be cheap tickets to Crimea? Now on a plane in both ends you can fly in seven thousand. But by summer, prices will probably rise. All these questions are in the air along with local problems.

Say, the inhabitants of Gurzuf are worried about the fate of the summer cottages that arose next to Artek. The house is being sculpted to the house at the foot of Ayu-Dag for more than a dozen years, and it has not been possible to arrange everything according to the law. Although mansions of oligarchs are built in the same protected zone. “One, therefore, is possible, but the other is not,” citizens are perplexed and nod towards the Pushkino sanatorium.

The sanatorium, along with a wonderful park, has long been privatized. And not by anyone, but to the former Prime Minister of Ukraine Nikolai Azarov. On its territory is the first stone house of the Southern Crimea, the house of Richelieu, where Pushkin lived when he was visiting Raevsky. Now there is a museum. But you can approach it only after a preliminary call, accompanied by an employee. Otherwise, the guard will not let go. Well, what cost the paratrooper of the Russian-Ukrainian ties to leave the track for visitors?

In general, the Crimean museums found themselves in some limbo: it is not clear how much the Ministry of Culture will finance them. At first, they, following the example of Russian museums, introduced benefits for the disabled and pensioners. But now many of these benefits are canceled. And you can understand the administration: employees have to pay salaries. And if you do not take money from the beneficiaries for the entrance ticket, there will be nothing to do, because most visitors of the retirement age.

However, in museum construction there are things and positive. So, a museum of Konstantin Korovin recently appeared in Gurzuf. Just in the workshop that the artist built and where he had different celebrities. There are no genuine paintings in the museum so far. But some genuine things have been preserved: a cabinet, a bench, a piano that Rahmaninov played ...

Now on the peninsula there is a re -registration of property. And this hits not only in business, but also in the population. The Pushkino sanatorium, for example, was forced to write applications for dismissal of their own free will from January 1. But the re -registration process dragged on, and people were in a limbo: they go to the service, but are not sure that they will receive their money.

Many famous Crimean wines have disappeared from sale. Alushta red dry, which the members of the Politburo regularly drank, for example. It turns out that this is due to the issuance of new licenses of the Winzavods. And so in everything.

Shatter time, and people, as in the early 1990s, are trying to earn money. There are not so many trading, however. These are mainly immigrants from Eastern Ukraine. We arrived here to leave a light. But they are here on bird rights, without refugee status. By the way, many local residents turned out to be on bird rights. In the FMS queue, it is difficult to change passports. And without them they won’t take work even, and they will not give the benefit. Headache, definitely. But the Crimean authorities promised to resolve the situation by the New Year.

The famous All -Union camp "Artek" is also waiting for the summer with tension. Putin instructed his improvement-still a significant place. So new structures are being built on the shore and good fellows with weapons are guarding the park. Recently, eighteen new buses were transferred to the fleet of the legendary camp.

If you take church affairs, it is worth noting that the Crimean diocese maintains its connection with both Russia and Ukraine. In the temples, along with Patriarch Kirill, the Kyiv Metropolitan Onufry is remembered. And it sounds strong. Crimea canonically remains part of the Ukrainian Orthodox Church of the Moscow Patriarchate. Most local priests are immigrants from Western Ukraine, as, by the way, and Metropolitan Lazarus himself, the head of the diocese. Therefore, many Ukrainian traditions (for example, the custom of covering floors with carpets) live in the Crimea. Many Crimean residents are connected with Ukraine with family and cultural ties. Especially a lot of them have believers. Previously, they quite often went on pilgrimage trips to the Kyiv and Pochaev shrines. Now you have to forget about it.

In winter, Crimea is a blank hole: neither a tour, nor interesting meetings. There is not even a reliable Internet. On the embankments of the southwear on tiles, Wi-Fi is written. But Ukrtelecom turned off everything. Boredom. It's time to write three sisters. What Chekhov did, being treated here for tuberculosis. You can compose poems: the place has a place. Walk along the parapet and whisper something like: "The fog falls from the mountains,/ and Virgo with a jug of water/ and Pushkin is such a young/ and young Maidan in front."


Photo: Crimea, Alushta. Jakub Kaminski / ERA / TASS