‘’I found here ore. I found love.
I try to forget, but I remember once more.
I remember the dog. She is like a star.
So let it be.
Such a strange place - Kamchatka.
Such a sweet name - Kamchatka..."
Viktor Tsoy, "Kamchatka"
When you travel through Kamchatka, you often remember this song of Victor Tsoy.
He had his own Kamchatka in a boiler -house, and a few years later I found my own in the North of Russia.
When I climbed up the mountain to the very top of it, I called this area a strange place, because right in front of you
hot July changed into cold January, full of ice and snow and you could make a snowball
in the middle of the summer.
Here in this magic place winter and summer walk arm in arm with spring and autumn.
You run down the slope, stop at the edge and it suddenly turns up to be April.
Then you find spring flowers coming out of the snow and see them blossom out and May comes.
One more step and... June appears. You walk and walk further and then notice another mountain just in front of you.
It is full of geysers and small rivers with boiling water. I climb up this warm mountain,
take off my shoes and sit down on the hot ground, which seems to be alive.
I see volcano tops full of snow ahead of me, lighted by the evening sun.
I hear endless rivers flow and watch the strange drawings over the mountain surface.
There are circles, animals and faces on them and the mountain itself becomes
a white paper with a message for me, left far away in this strange place.
Finally I start to learn the truth about it and see in the hieroglyphs of my future life.
It seems to me that I have done all that long and hard way for only one reason
- to find a place of a special force and to feel the great spirit inside of me.
Then night comes and the huge volcano turns into a burning fire of the evening sunlight.
I look at it for the last time and think: "What a strange place".
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings."
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