The River Polya (Река Поля)

The River Polya

   Slow waters of the river…

It seems the river doesn’t hurry anywhere.

It makes a traveller stop, become thoughtful and realize –

You are only a little part of this huge unknown world.

   I often come to the river as it flows not far from my house in Novosidorikha. Only here, on the bank of the river, I can relax. I let the river into all my secrets. Looking at the leisurely flowing water of the river. I think about the mysteries it keeps. What interesting and fascinating stories can it tell us?

   This river is especially dear to the people of our district. The Shatur (a little village) is on one of the banks of the Polya. And who knows, maybe the name “Shatura” came swimming to us?

   The Polya, this beautiful river, is a token of my eternal love: my home is here, it’s my Motherland. I find calm and pacification here. Sometimes poetic lines appear:

About Polya I’d like to tell

But how can the words I find

The beauty of the river to describe.

My words can only make

The modest pattern of the rhymes.

How purling water and ripples to describe?

Bright sunset,

Soft splash of the oars,

Calmness of forests…

What a pity we can’t see the river’s eyes

Burden by time,

By mysterious dreams.

Oh, Polya – river, unforgettable beauty,

But all my Russia in you.

   For me my Shatura land it’s first of all still and slow waters of the river Polya, it’s the history of this river, the history of my homeland. I will always come back to you, my dear Polya. I know and I believe that you are the place dear to my heart which I will never forget.