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See remoteness from a new perspective


Tretyakova Polina, 17 years, 11th form


In a world where we are buffeted with alteration, where “progress” seems to be cleaning land to build another large parking lot … there is a corner of quietness and stability where everything takes place at its own speed, considerately, little by little, bit by bit. There are no ruins of historical castles and towers, no modern skyscrapers, no luxurious vehicles, no super service here. But…no noise, no haste, no polluted air.

Three hours’ coach trip across 180 kilometers of flat steppes to the southwest off full of life regional city Barnaul and you are in a geographic heart of Altai, a wonderful oasis of emerald grassy sloping hills, 56 blue-eyed lakes and 11 sparkling rivers of Shipunovsky raion.


The tender charm of this quaint place embraces the visitors almost immediately. Covered with modest field flowers: forget-me-nots, bells and lilies-of-the-valley; full of magic songs of nightingales and skylarks, roarings of first thunderstorms in spring; filled with unforgettable smells of wormwood, ripe crops and milk in summer; watered by the longest Altai river the Alei (882 km) and rich in fish Charysh it will help you see remoteness from a new perspective.

Shello_html_m37726c42.jpgome people say that the word “Shipunovo” originates from the last name of its first settler, others affirm that it was called after a rare species of wild geese inhabiting our lakes centuries ago. Who is right and more correct? I prefer the second variant. It is more romantic, isn’t it? This area is a cradle of my childhood. A rather spacious «cradle» I would say: 24000 square kilometers! Six European states: Monaco, San-Marino, Liechtenstein, Luxemburg, Andorra, Malta and some more can make themselves comfortable on its territory.

Here you’ll be amazed by the beautiful simplicity of warm, tidy and cozy log-houses built at the edge of the birch-groves. The traditional white-legged Russian trees wave their tender green branches -”arms“ inviting you to walk barefoot along its soft grassy paths.

hello_html_m1909430d.jpgImagine a long winter evening! The logs are merrily crackling in the stove; it is warm and comfortable in the room. Breathe in the smell of baking bread! All its ingredients: wheat flour, sugar, sunflower seed oil, hop are grown in the fields of my area by my countrymen. Help yourself to tasty and healthy food: a mug of milk, a loaf of homemade bread and golden honey! Take granny’s spindle in your hands! Don’t be afraid! Move it! One, two… One more attempt! The spindle can make miracles, masterpieces in the hands of Russian handy women. During long winter evenings they are busy with fine-needle work, embroidering green leaves of birches, red sunrays, blue clouds on the towels, pillowslips, bed-covers that turn the rooms into flourishing summer meadows. Their men are very skillful in carpentry, carving, and fretwork. You can see the best woodworks of Nikolai Rudnikov, Peotr Romanov, the finest paintings of our local artists Alexey Gikal, Sergey Bozhenko, Alexander Rusakov in our museum of Culture and Lore that is located in the center of Shipunovo. It worth seeing! When a child, listening to my granny’s songs and fairy-tales, I was also taught to knit, to make clay toys etc. Thus skills of my forefathers, their love for Motherland got remove and went on to me.

So, what is the real treasure of my native place? It’s not a secret! If at first you arrive here to make out new places; you’ll come back soon because of the interest to special talented faces of my countrymen. We always keep

lights on for our guests!


Welcome to Shipunovo! Enjoy an unforgettable place of safety, beauty and craft!



Adventures are waiting for you in Gornaya Kolyvan

Shneider Aleksandra 11th form, 17 years Lunacharskogo secondary school,

Ahoy, guys!

If you are looking for the ultimate adventure-filled family vacation or a weekend with good friends, head to north-western frontages of the Tigireck and Korgon ranges of Rudny Altai. Leave all the vexatious pleasures of civilization behind, take your backpacks to the bus stations of Zmeinogorsk or Kurjya and plunge into the paradise of mountaineering. Nature's peace will flow into you as a sunshine flows into the Earth. Tender gales will blow their own strength, while cares will drop off like last year's withered grass.

Khello_html_m1cea7e41.jpghello_html_mfecb902.jpgolyvan ... a treasure-box... a historical and nature reserve...the special pride of my native land! This area is connected with such famous names as Polzynov, the Frolovs, the Shangins, Gumboldt, Brem, Semyonov-Tyanshansky. It is a window to the majesty and craft of handy stone-masons. The word "Kolyvan" stands for "stone" or "clay pot" which was brought to Altai by Baltic resettlers as it was a former name of Revel (Tallinn). From ancient times its rich deposits of gray-violet porphyries, green jaspers, granites, quartzite, mice and marbles were wrapped into myths and legends (" A mystery of Zmeinaya mountain " by Borodkin, "Legend of Kolyvan ghost-father" by Mizyurev). They were even called " Tibetan stones " known for their beauty and curative properties.

Nothing can be compared with the unique harmony of this rolling country with waist-deep thickets of savory, willow-herb, St.-John's-wort, a divine riot of bees, dragonflies and butter-flies sweeping over gorgeous meadows, ruins of time-damaged Demidov's silver and copper mines, watch-towers, deep caves, a turquoise necklace of Beloe, Chernoe, Krugloe and Mokhovoe lakes. Above the watered stones in every nook and cranny, you can notice flickering lights, little-bhello_html_m68b240b7.jpgitty bright orange bubbles, glorious sparkling dream visions of roaming will-o'-the-wisps. You will enjoy not merely four-star hotels, but a billion-star sky, a luxurious, raspberry-scented hay bed, a nosegay of grassland fragrance. In no clime the air is so pure and full of blessing odour of cedars, asps, birches, snow-ball-trees. You'll discover a variety of mouth-watering things including strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, red and black currants, eglantines around every stone of the Ocharovatelnaya (Charming) and Sinyukha (Blue) hills. The highest of them, composed of gray quartz with dark mica, is 1117 meters above the sea level. Ever silent blue firs, forming a bluish emerald tent, a spacious live dome, providing a sure shelter for vales of blue-eyed forget-me-nots, red-cupped peonies, lilac lavenders, white-shaded lilies-of-the-valleys and unique golden rootlets. A real blue fairy-tale! Tall giants seem to guard the peerless charm of a tiny water bowl on its top. Those who sip some of its live-giving drops are supposed to be lucky for the rest of their lives.

The Kamenka, the Sinyshka, the Soldatka, the Glubochanka, rivulets fanning around the mountain are always on a move, speeding, looping, twisting, hurrying to feed the Belaya river bear a great resemblance of innocent girl's tears running along ravaged cheeks. Cold waters of this streamlet are so transparent that you can see every pebble, every teeny-weeny baby fish of graylings, starlets and gudgeons, and so swift that you should take care of your trainers and clothes at the fords, not to lose them in the torrent. It's a wonderful chance to have a natural hydro massage free, isn't it?

Yhello_html_m34388274.jpgou may ask me what is the best time of the day here. My heart melts with admiration in late twilights. Just imagine! The Sun is setting down behind the hills and its patch of reflected light can be seen on the top of trees, rocks and rivers. There is something frightening, mysterious in such moments. Unforgettable and fantastic sight! Isn't wonderful to sit with your best friends round the fire, to listen to the guitar, to watch the sea of flames, the dying embers and sparkles, that arise slowly and disappear in the dark of the sky. The stars of the Universe watch us as if wondering who we are, these little creatures at the foot of great giants. Morning is on the eve. The waves of the Belaya take the twinkling stars, the silent silver Moon and the darkness of night slip away and hurry towards the beginning of a new day. New tourist routes are waiting for us in Gornaya Kolyvan. But it's another story...

Ahoy, mates don't miss a chance to get a close-up look at fantastic corner of my native land!




Who is a 100% indigene Altai resident?


Zhurkina Nadezhda, 16 years, 9th form Lunacharskogo secondary school



In commemoration of the grand challenge of first resettles to Altai, my forefathers and thousands of other huddled masses yearning to be rich and breath free.

According to 2010 census Altaiskiy krai occupying 261,700 square kilometers in the south of Western Siberia is inhabited by 2,398,751 people. They belong to more than 120 nationalities. I wonder who of these 2,398,751 can be called a 100% indigenous Altai resident. Nowadays the density of population in Altai is 14,28 persons per square kilometer. It is twice as big as in all Russia. But some three centuries ago things were quite different. At the lessons of history I’ve learned that saga of Altai peopling began in the first half of the XVIIIth century. At that time the idea of freedom and full life in Siberian paradise fired the serfs all over central Russia. The Russians, Tatars, Chuvash’s, Ukrainians, Byelorussians left behind everything that was familiar for a new life in the unknown, magnificent territory between the Urals and the Pacific to become wealthy. It was the time of setting the first chain of sentry-posts, watchtowers and fortresses on frontiers with nomadic Kyrgyz hordes. Siberia needed healthy, skillful and laborious people. There were roads to be pounded, towns to be built, forests to be felled, copper and silver mines to be blustered, spacious grasslands to be ploughed; seeds of rye, buckwheat, oats, and wheat to be tested in the virgin soil.

First Russian resettles to the wild land of the present Shipunovsky raion appeared in 1734. In 1763 there were already 16 small villages; Porozikha, Samsonovo, Khlopunovo, Tugozvonovo, Kachusovo, Beloglazovo, Bykovo, Shipunovo, Nechunaevo, and etc. Usually new places were entitled after the last names of families who discovered them or the way they looked.

Soon enormous changes in Russia connected with setting into use of the Trans Siberian railway and 1906 year Stolypin’s agricultural reform made the region far more populous. The way to Altai became cheaper and masses of the poor moved there in a crowd. If in 1866 there were only 382 residents, in 1888 their number reached 20 thousand! Among them were small children of two families from Ryazan and Smolensk regions, future great-grandfather and great-grandmother of my school mate Victor Churilov: Buchilin Vasiliy Petrovich and Kubyshkina Marfa Matveevna. Marfa told her grandsons that the way to Altai was long and dangerous. The rout was exhausting. After the Urals the resettles moved towards Ekatirenburg and Kurgan on boats. Rocky banks of the Chusovaya river, the only known waterway, were covered with thick, pitch-dark, impenetrable fir forests full of wild beasts. Another big river on their way was the Irtysh. She kept in mind a kind of a rhyme “The only dish is fish from the Irtysh.” Taking a great deal of troubles, suffering hardships, every moment facing the danger of death, living from hand to mouth, her family reached Semipalatinsk. Then, again by carts they moved along dusty paths to Altai. They had to take all necessary things with them: food, seeds, agricultural tools, cows, sheep, and horses. One-share iron plough was the utmost valuable thing. The Buchilins first come face-to-face with their new homeland in 1910. They got permit to live and work in a small village of Eltsovka. Vergin fertile land, the beautiful Aley and the left tributary of the Ob, rich in fish Charysh, thick grass of the meadows, transparent birch groves proved the dream of paradise. Everything about this area seemed to be big and spacious, but the work needed was bigger. Marfa stated that new land seemed thello_html_6bd8cd91.jpgo like swept. The promised land of Altai steppes was swept by our ancestors at most.


A century has passed since the time when our great-grandparents found their second native home here in Altai. Almost a hundred of years the genealogical tree of my own family is growing on the fertile Altai soil making it a flourishing garden. I think that the generation of resettlers’s great-grandsons and daughters have become 100% indigene Altai residents. But they try to save their own cultures and mother tongues

Bhello_html_m4a14c5f8.jpgut actually people of many nationalities consider this tiny area in the south of Siberia their home place and Motherland. So, aren’t they also indigenous Altai dwellers? Of course, they are.

Ahello_html_m59b93087.jpgnd what about Altaic tribes? I mean the descendents of Kyrgyz hordes, aborigines, who inhabited Altai steppes long before the period of great resettling had begun. Surely, they are as real natives as reality itself can be!

Ihello_html_m55fe85dd.jpg imagine that the population of Altai looks like a fantastic bouquet composed of unique shade and shape flowers. I’m sure Nature quits unexciting homogeny. Everything should be different. Seven different colors make a rainbow, five continents - the Earth. Myriads of stars create a Galaxy. All are unlike. But it is all One. Diversity brings change and brilliance.Human beings are not an exception. Even among my schoolmates 80% are not 100% Russian. Madina Tishkova, the smartest top student of our school is Kabardinian. Her ancestors came from the Caucasus. Sveta Kamynina, called Russian Beauty has Mordvinian roots. Anna Atadzhanova, a fragile mishmash of Tatar’, Uzbek’, Ukrainian’ and Russian’ blood, is number one in a local folkdance ensemble “Sibiryachka”. With Yuliya Mamykova things are also not that simple. She is a blend of white and yellow races: half Russian, half Kazakh. There are a lot of Germans, Poles, Byelorussians studying and living next door. Color of eyes, hair, skin doesn’t matter. We are an entire part of Russian culture, enriching it with our unique faces, art, and crafts. We are happy to stay special in a close unity. We have much in common: residency, great universal language, history, difficulties in building a new community for all.

The only thing I know for sure is that I feel myself a 100% Altai resident and believe that another 2,398,751 have the same feeling. It’s cool!


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The Book of International Storytelling

 

 

See remoteness from a new perspective

 

    Tretyakova Polina, 17 years, 11th form    

 

In a world where we are buffeted with alteration, where “progress” seems to be cleaning land to build another large parking lot … there is a corner of quietness and stability where everything takes place at its own speed, considerately, little by little, bit by bit. There are no ruins of historical castles and towers, no modern skyscrapers, no luxurious vehicles, no super service here. But…no noise, no haste, no polluted air.

Three hours’ coach trip across 180 kilometers of flat steppes to the southwest off full of life regional city Barnaul and you are in a geographic heart of Altai, a wonderful oasis of emerald grassy sloping hills, 56 blue-eyed lakes and 11 sparkling rivers of Shipunovsky raion.

 

The tender charm of this quaint place embraces the visitors almost immediately.  Covered with modest field flowers: forget-me-nots, bells and lilies-of-the-valley; full of magic songs of nightingales and skylarks, roarings of  first thunderstorms in spring; filled with unforgettable smells of wormwood, ripe crops and milk in summer; watered by the longest Altai river the Alei (882 km) and rich in fish Charysh it will help you see remoteness from a new perspective.

Some people say that the word “Shipunovo” originates from the last name of its first settler, others affirm that it was called after a rare species of wild geese inhabiting our lakes centuries ago. Who is right and more correct? I prefer the second variant. It is more romantic, isn’t it? This area is a cradle of my childhood. A rather spacious «cradle» I would say: 24000 square kilometers! Six European states: Monaco, San-Marino, Liechtenstein, Luxemburg, Andorra, Malta and some more can make themselves comfortable on its territory.

Here you’ll be amazed by the beautiful simplicity of warm, tidy and cozy log-houses built at the edge of the birch-groves. The traditional white-legged Russian trees wave their tender green branches -”arms“ inviting you to walk barefoot along its soft grassy paths.

…Imagine a long winter evening! The logs are merrily crackling in the stove; it is warm and comfortable in the room. Breathe in the smell of baking bread! All its ingredients: wheat flour, sugar, sunflower seed oil, hop are grown in the fields of my area by my countrymen. Help yourself to tasty and healthy food: a mug of milk, a loaf of homemade bread and golden honey! Take granny’s spindle in your hands! Don’t be afraid! Move it! One, two… One more attempt! The spindle can make miracles, masterpieces in the hands of Russian handy women. During long winter evenings they are busy with fine-needle work, embroidering green leaves of birches, red sunrays, blue clouds on the towels, pillowslips, bed-covers that turn the rooms into flourishing summer meadows. Their men are very skillful in carpentry, carving, and fretwork. You can see the best woodworks of Nikolai Rudnikov, Peotr Romanov, the finest paintings of our local artists Alexey Gikal, Sergey Bozhenko, Alexander Rusakov in our museum of Culture and Lore that is located in the center of  Shipunovo.  It worth seeing!  When a child, listening to my granny’s songs and fairy-tales, I was also taught to knit, to make clay toys etc. Thus skills of my forefathers, their love for Motherland got remove and went on to me.

So, what is the real treasure of my native place? It’s not a secret! If at first you arrive here to make out new places; you’ll come back soon because of the interest to special talented faces of my countrymen.  We always keep

lights on for our guests!

 

Welcome to Shipunovo! Enjoy an unforgettable place of safety, beauty and craft!

 

 

Adventures are waiting for you in Gornaya Kolyvan

Shneider Aleksandra 11th form, 17 years Lunacharskogo secondary school,

Ahoy, guys!

If you are looking for the ultimate adventure-filled family vacation or a weekend with good friends, head to north-western frontages of the Tigireck and Korgon ranges of Rudny Altai. Leave all the vexatious pleasures of civilization behind, take your backpacks to the bus stations of Zmeinogorsk or Kurjya and plunge into the paradise of mountaineering. Nature's peace will flow into you as a sunshine flows into the Earth. Tender gales will blow their own strength, while cares will drop off like last year's withered grass.

Kolyvan ... a treasure-box... a historical and nature reserve...the special pride of my native land! This area is connected with such famous names as Polzynov, the Frolovs, the Shangins, Gumboldt, Brem, Semyonov-Tyanshansky. It is a window to the majesty and craft of handy stone-masons. The word "Kolyvan" stands for "stone" or "clay pot" which was brought to Altai by Baltic resettlers as it was a former name of Revel (Tallinn). From ancient times its rich deposits of gray-violet porphyries, green jaspers, granites, quartzite, mice and marbles were wrapped into myths and legends (" A mystery of Zmeinaya mountain " by Borodkin, "Legend of Kolyvan ghost-father" by Mizyurev). They were even called " Tibetan stones " known for their beauty and curative properties.

  Nothing can be compared with the unique harmony of this rolling country with waist-deep thickets of savory, willow-herb, St.-John's-wort, a divine riot of bees, dragonflies and butter-flies sweeping over gorgeous meadows, ruins of time-damaged Demidov's silver and copper mines, watch-towers, deep caves, a turquoise necklace of Beloe, Chernoe, Krugloe and Mokhovoe lakes. Above the watered stones in every nook and cranny, you can notice flickering lights, little-bitty bright orange bubbles, glorious sparkling dream visions of roaming will-o'-the-wisps. You will enjoy not merely four-star hotels, but a billion-star sky, a luxurious, raspberry-scented hay bed, a nosegay of grassland fragrance. In no clime the air is so pure and full of blessing odour of cedars, asps, birches, snow-ball-trees. You'll discover a variety of mouth-watering things including strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, red and black currants, eglantines around every stone of the Ocharovatelnaya (Charming) and Sinyukha (Blue) hills. The highest of them, composed of gray quartz with dark mica, is 1117 meters above the sea level. Ever silent blue firs, forming a bluish emerald tent, a spacious live dome, providing a sure shelter for vales of blue-eyed forget-me-nots, red-cupped peonies, lilac lavenders, white-shaded lilies-of-the-valleys and unique golden rootlets. A real blue fairy-tale! Tall giants seem to guard the peerless charm of a tiny water bowl on its top. Those who sip some of its live-giving drops are supposed to be lucky for the rest of their lives.

The Kamenka, the Sinyshka, the Soldatka, the Glubochanka, rivulets fanning around the mountain are always on a move, speeding, looping, twisting, hurrying to feed the Belaya river bear a great resemblance of innocent girl's tears running along ravaged cheeks. Cold waters of this streamlet are so transparent that you can see every pebble, every teeny-weeny baby fish of graylings, starlets and gudgeons, and so swift that you should take care of your trainers and clothes at the fords, not to lose them in the torrent. It's a wonderful chance to have a natural hydro massage free, isn't it?

You may ask me what is the best time of the day here. My heart melts with admiration in late twilights. Just imagine! The Sun is setting down behind the hills and its patch of reflected light can be seen on the top of trees, rocks and rivers. There is something frightening, mysterious in such moments. Unforgettable and fantastic sight! Isn't wonderful to sit with your best friends round the fire, to listen to the guitar, to watch the sea of flames, the dying embers and sparkles, that arise slowly and disappear in the dark of the sky. The stars of the Universe watch us as if wondering who we are, these little creatures at the foot of great giants. Morning is on the eve. The waves of the Belaya take the twinkling stars, the silent silver Moon and the darkness of night slip away and hurry towards the beginning of a new day. New tourist routes are waiting for us in Gornaya Kolyvan. But it's another story...

Ahoy, mates don't miss a chance to get a close-up look at fantastic corner of my native land!

 

 

 

Who is a 100% indigene Altai resident?

 

Zhurkina Nadezhda, 16 years, 9th form Lunacharskogo secondary school

 

 

In commemoration of the grand challenge of first resettles to Altai, my forefathers and  thousands of other huddled masses yearning to be rich and breath free.

According to 2010 census Altaiskiy krai occupying 261,700 square kilometers in the south of Western Siberia is inhabited by 2,398,751 people. They belong to more than 120 nationalities. I wonder who of these 2,398,751 can be called a 100% indigenous Altai resident. Nowadays the density of population in Altai is 14,28 persons per square kilometer. It is twice as big as in all Russia. But some three centuries ago things were quite different. At the lessons of history I’ve learned that saga of Altai peopling began in the first half of the XVIIIth century. At that time the idea of freedom and full life in Siberian paradise fired the serfs all over central Russia. The Russians, Tatars, Chuvash’s, Ukrainians, Byelorussians left behind everything that was familiar for a new life in the unknown, magnificent territory between the Urals and the Pacific to become wealthy. It was the time of setting the first chain of sentry-posts, watchtowers and fortresses on frontiers with nomadic Kyrgyz hordes. Siberia needed healthy, skillful and laborious people. There were roads to be pounded, towns to be built, forests to be felled, copper and silver mines to be blustered, spacious grasslands to be ploughed; seeds of rye, buckwheat, oats, and wheat to be tested in the virgin soil.

First Russian resettles to the wild land of the present Shipunovsky raion appeared in 1734. In 1763 there were already 16 small villages; Porozikha, Samsonovo, Khlopunovo, Tugozvonovo, Kachusovo, Beloglazovo, Bykovo, Shipunovo, Nechunaevo, and etc. Usually new places were entitled after the last names of families who discovered them or the way they looked.

Soon enormous changes in Russia connected with setting into use of the Trans Siberian railway and 1906 year Stolypin’s agricultural reform made the region far more populous. The way to Altai became cheaper and masses of the poor moved there in a crowd. If in 1866 there were only 382 residents, in 1888 their number reached 20 thousand! Among them were small children of two families from Ryazan and Smolensk regions, future great-grandfather and great-grandmother of my school mate Victor Churilov: Buchilin Vasiliy Petrovich and Kubyshkina Marfa Matveevna. Marfa told her grandsons that the way to Altai was long and dangerous. The rout was exhausting. After the Urals the resettles moved towards Ekatirenburg and Kurgan on boats. Rocky banks of the Chusovaya river, the only known waterway, were covered with thick, pitch-dark, impenetrable fir forests full of wild beasts. Another big river on their way was the Irtysh. She kept in mind a kind of a rhyme “The only dish is fish from the Irtysh.” Taking a great deal of troubles, suffering hardships, every moment facing the danger of death, living from hand to mouth, her family reached Semipalatinsk. Then, again by carts they moved along dusty paths to Altai. They had to take all necessary things with them: food, seeds, agricultural tools, cows, sheep, and horses. One-share iron plough was the utmost valuable thing. The Buchilins first come face-to-face with their new homeland in 1910. They got permit to live and work in a small village of Eltsovka. Vergin fertile land, the beautiful Aley and the left tributary of the Ob, rich in fish Charysh, thick grass of the meadows, transparent birch groves proved the dream of paradise. Everything about this area seemed to be big and spacious, but the work needed was bigger. Marfa stated that new land seemed to like swept. The promised land of Altai steppes was swept by our ancestors at most.

 

A century has passed since the time when our great-grandparents found their second native home here in Altai. Almost a hundred of years the genealogical tree of my own family is growing on the fertile Altai soil making it a flourishing garden. I think that the generation of resettlers’s great-grandsons and daughters have become 100% indigene Altai residents. But they try to save their own cultures and mother tongues

But actually people of many nationalities consider this tiny area in the south of Siberia their home place and Motherland. So, aren’t they also indigenous Altai dwellers? Of course, they are.

And what about Altaic tribes? I mean the descendents of Kyrgyz hordes, aborigines, who inhabited Altai steppes long before the period of great resettling had  begun.  Surely, they are as real natives as reality itself can be!

I imagine that the population of Altai looks like a fantastic bouquet composed of unique shade and shape flowers. I’m sure Nature quits unexciting homogeny. Everything should be different. Seven different colors make a rainbow, five continents - the Earth. Myriads of stars create a Galaxy. All are unlike. But it is all One. Diversity brings change and brilliance.Human beings are not an exception. Even among my schoolmates 80% are not 100% Russian. Madina Tishkova, the smartest top student of our school is Kabardinian. Her ancestors came from the Caucasus. Sveta Kamynina, called Russian Beauty has Mordvinian roots. Anna Atadzhanova, a fragile mishmash of Tatar’, Uzbek’, Ukrainian’ and Russian’ blood, is number one in a local folkdance ensemble “Sibiryachka”. With Yuliya Mamykova things are also not that simple. She is a blend of white and yellow races: half Russian, half Kazakh. There are a lot of Germans, Poles, Byelorussians studying and living next door. Color of eyes, hair, skin doesn’t matter. We are an entire part of Russian culture, enriching it with our unique faces, art, and crafts. We are happy to stay special in a close unity. We have much in common: residency, great universal language, history, difficulties in building a new community for all.

The only thing I know for sure is that I feel myself a 100% Altai resident and believe that another 2,398,751 have the same feeling. It’s cool!

 

 

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