My town, my town, Where snow falls in summer, And a light wind makes friends with a hurricane. Severomorsk is my town: Solid hills and sand, Often hidden behind fog.
O. Chvikov and E. Nefedova
Today we will talk about the city of Severomorsk, Murmansk region. A month ago I wrote about how I got from spring to winter. This flight was not just out of boredom, its purpose was to complete our northern life, sell the apartment and finally move to Anapa for permanent residence. And now it’s all behind me, I’m back in the South, so this spring has been the longest and fullest of changes in my life.
Quietly, modestly, without fireworks or fireworks, we said goodbye to the North, to the Kola Peninsula, to the cities of Murmansk and Severomorsk , where, as I have written more than once, we lived for a quarter of a century, our golden years of youth passed, our daughter was born and grew up, and as they say , then we could do everything, and the Earth revolved around us...
