There’s a summer estate in Russia that holds special memories for me. It’s beautiful, peaceful, hauntingly quiet, isolated, and has the type of fresh air that I didn’t yet find in America. And the light of the day stretches into the evening, as often seen in northern regions.
It’s special because I spent the best parts of my younger childhood there. Many years later, I came back…and the surge of nostalgia was the peak of my summer. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m coming there again soon. But what I have are memories, and these precious memories I will treasure forever. Cheesy as this sounds, yeah, but I think we all have places we hold dear.
My dear friends!
Ever wonder what place in the world to me is dear?
It existed in my mind, yet so real
My love of it pains and sears.
It’s Ushkovo, the Russian northern forest
In summer, it bathes in a white night
It’s my memories that call me to it
To be there — never out of sight.
I’ve been there
In that everlasting night
Just a few latitudes left
Into a Laplandish night.
Ushokovo was always a scenic mystery
My nostalgic stays there but history
I long for it, drink it in!
My surging blood calls me there as kin!
My memories sifted and sore
I try to remember more
I take to heart the dearest and its core.
Tip-toeing through the forest and trees
I visualize birch and bark around me
The fresh air oh so sweet!
What I remember! What I can see!
Birds, moss, mushrooms, creek
Signify my secret glen
I could romp in that new world forever
Never worried, never sullen.
One summer house in the midst
Same as the one from forever ago
Tucked between the trees
My house is still the one I know.
Then as I snuggle in bed,
I feel a rumble, a distant whistle of the train
Sound echoes through the still night, out of sight,
Lingering miles through the trees and rain.
Is this place not real?
My love of Ushkovo, the northern wonder
Will never die, will never seal.
I love you like a homeland
You’ll remain, will you not?
Wait for me!
For you’re the one my dreams have tirelessly sought.