Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin*

Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers, there, where Oka merges to Volga and already flows farther downstream, to the Caspian sea, an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows and at cultivated fields and forests, the small villages and big cities of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory. The white ships float past, They salute the old soldier and ask its blessing. Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers, In the autumn – with gold of leaves and with red fruits. The ancient Kremlin looks far and never sleeps. It observes all around and welcomes the ships, recollects the events, the dates, people. Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me also, Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod, on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.