This is a picture I took way way back in October when one of the teachers I work with took me out into the country for the day. It’s the Don River. It’s really pretty. While I don’t know the name of the place where we were, it’s by a church, and so the steps are leading down to the holy spring and baptismal font/pool.
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The title of my blog comes from one of the poems Osip Mandelstam wrote while he was in exile in Voronezh.
" Я скажу это начерно, шопотом,
Потому что ещё не пора:
Достигается потом и опытом
Безотчётного неба игра.
И под временным небом чистилища
Забываем мы часто о том,
Что счастливое небохранилище —
Раздвижной и прижизненный дом. "
Although he writes "под временным небом чистилища," for me "под временным небом Воронежа" works much better. And is less gloomy.