“A granite plaque, weathered by time, stands before us.” The plaque’s smooth surface is etched with words in bold Cyrillic letters: “Здесь, на месте этого дома, в 1917 г. жил Борис Николаевич Полевой, известный писатель,” it reads. Here, on the site of this house, the plaque tells us, lived Boris Nikolaevich Polevoy, a celebrated writer in 1917. A renowned war correspondent, Polevoy penned the gripping novel “Повесть о настоящем человеке” (The Tale of a Real Man), a powerful narrative of a pilot during the Second World War, that earned him the Stalin Prize in 1947. This very street, stretching out before us, is named after him – Polevoy Street – a testament to his indelible mark on Moscow’s literary history. As we look up, we can almost imagine the writer, a young man then, composing his stories within the walls of this house, which was demolished years ago. The plaque serves as a silent reminder of Polevoy’s life, his words echoing across the generations. His legacy lives on in the literary works that inspired countless others.
Malchish-Kibalchish Statue
“Who was Malchish-Kibalchish?” I wonder if that’s what you’re asking yourselves as you gaze upon this statue. The Malchish-Kibalchish Statue