The word “happened” implies some kind of accident, something unexpected. What I want to tell, formally under the definition of the case, does not come as a surprise, but… There was nothing unexpected in our last year’s family trip. For half a year we planned an excursion around Pushkin’s places. Mom used to be there before, now she wanted to show them to us – dad, me and my brother. She told me about Mikhailovsky, Trigorsk, Svyatogorsky monastery so vividly that it seemed: I was already there. And we went.
We arrived in the Pushkin Mountains. And then the unexpected began. The main thing that “happened” to all of us: we were not excursionists, but guests of AS Pushkin. We went to visit him. All because the museum-museum shakes its reliability. As if not the XXI century in the yard: we plunged into the atmosphere of the XIX century.
The fascists left from Mikhailovsky one ashes, but the nature has survived, though it is also scorched by war in some places. The nature that inspired the poet to beautiful works. The landscape became what began to revive the reserve. Preserved centuries-old trees, hills, forest, the river Sorot, flood meadows… Restored the manor house, bridges, mills, cleared alleys, roads, instead of dead trees planted exactly the same. At the same time guided by one single rule: to preserve both externally and internally the atmosphere of the time when the poet lived here. Electricity in Mikhailovskoye, of course, is, but nowhere you will see neither poles, nor wires. On the territory of the reserve there is no equipment: no car, motorcycle, tractor, etc. The track leading between the centuries-old fir trees and limes to the manor house is, but it is from the carts. There are two mills: wind and water. Even garbage bins are not monsters of concrete, but from willow-tree, so as not to disturb the...
The revival of the natural environment in Pushkin’s places was paramount, because when the poet was asked about his office, he answered: “The village is my office”. And these are forests and hills, this is Sorot and meadows, then snow-covered, now blossoming, then covered with gold carpet leaf fall. All this was seen and loved by Pushkin. Maybe by looking at this, we will become kinder, better?
The Lord’s house in Mikhailovskoye is not a frozen museum building. He is alive, because in complete harmony with nature: when lilac and jasmine bloom in the gardens, the house is filled with their spring fragrance. In July, when limes blossom, the house is saturated with the smells of wax and honey. All summer and autumn in every corner of the house – fresh flowers. On the holiday of the Savior in the house bring baskets of selected apples – and the house is filled with their spirit.
This miracle of the revival of the museum-reserve, a shrine of universal scale, was held thanks to enthusiasm, work, enthusiasm and devotion to the cause of Semen Stepanovich Geychenko. In 1945 he came from the front to the Pushkin Mountains to stay there forever.
Everything that we saw and felt for three days in the Pushkin places, impresses, amazes, penetrates the soul. Such spiritual inspiration, I think, is experienced by every guest of Mikhailovsky. This feeling was completely unexpected for myself, and I, therefore, call it “what happened”: the poet’s presence “happened”. And it happened because they revived not just the place where Pushkin lived, revived the atmosphere of the past years. In such a museum there is no room for boredom. Hence I do not want to leave. And when you leave, you dream of having to return here once in your life, and thank all those who created this miracle.