Slavutych - the second life of the city of Pripyat

I came out at the city train station, look around - not a soul around. In the station building - the atmosphere of the distant sunny morning in early summer, when the front will be a long, long school holidays.



The station is very similar to some of the structure whether the old dreams, whether of children's films. I can not shake the feeling that was already here once a very, very long time - childhood memories of the times of Chernobyl is full of such pictures.



I move toward the center. In a split second, I suddenly felt that I was again wade through thickets of wild rose on a blank Lenin Avenue Pripyat, remember the "rules of the road for the deactivated areas," and my feet again prepared to wade through the broken glass and rusty construction empty buildings that look black eye sockets of windows on the silent avenues.



Suddenly ... The city began to fill with people. Initially, few passers-by in a public park.



And then - the whole noisy companies.



Tenants of nearby houses,



And children playing.



Shops, where I subconsciously expected to see the devastation and desolation, as if by magic suddenly filled with goods,



Open a pharmacy,



Cafes,



And a summer veranda bar.



There were bike paths.



And modern bikes.



You can walk around the buildings, not afraid to step on rusty nails knocked frames, crumbling ceiling tiles, and door glass - anything that is not here.



As there is no black moss and half-rotted things in the hallways. Everywhere you can go safely and without thinking about the "ultimate strength of prefabricated constructions».



"From the ashes and dust of the past ..." - goes an old fresco in the city park,



& Quot; ... We will build new profit & quot ;. Mural for some reason removed after the reconstruction of the monument to the liquidators. Standing in this place, I thought that Pripyat is not dead, it lives on. Just as before.



Just as before, the postal service,



The central area is not overgrown with wild ferns, moss and radioactive rosehip and lined with beautiful tiles,



The fountain is not showered or turned into dust.



In the yards have no radiation - there playing tennis.





The stadium athletes involved.



On the playground playing school students.



Yards though overgrown forest, but it is part of a remarkable architectural solution of the town -

(With such tracks here),



What makes the whole city is like a big resort in the midst of pine forest, full of squirrels and birds.



City alive.
The sports complex is not wind walks, and competitions are held.









Urban "glass" and department stores still exist - after he received a second conversion, the modern life.





Alive and urban cinema - twin Pripyat "Prometheus».



In its halls are now rehearsing the children's choreographic ensemble.



And in the evenings show movies.



There in Slavutych and its graffiti. But they do not depict the charred shadows in Pripyat, a declaration of love my mother and grandmother.



The streets are full of passers-by.









Many of them smiled at me and I smiled at them in response.



In the yards, forest birds sang.



A delicious smell of pine needles and fresh coffee.



Clapping vents open windows, the children went to school.



Starts a new day :)



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