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Do it in one day: guide to the village of Komarovo

A week before the second one, I will go to Komarovo... But even in one day you can do a lot. We tell you which famous dachas in Komarovo are worth a visit, why you should take mosquito spray with you, and who Brodsky called the local “tramp queen.”

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History of the village

The village of Komarovo is located in a pine forest 44 kilometers northwest of the center of St. Petersburg. The history of the village goes back a little over 100 years. Until the 70s of the 19th century, life in the quiet villages of the Karelian Isthmus passed monotonously and unnoticed. The growth of popularity of some and the oblivion of others was facilitated by the construction of the railway. St. Petersburg residents began to quickly explore the life-giving and recreational shores of the Gulf of Finland.

Initially, the village was named Kellomäki, which translated from Finnish means “Bell Hill”. According to legend, there was a bell here, the sound of which would gather the workers who were building the station for lunch. However, in the artistic environment of St. Petersburg Komarovo, where numerous creative summer cottages of writers, artists, and composers are located, the etymology of the local toponym has become even more simplified.

The village is called “Mosquitoes”, putting a very specific meaning into this: there is still no way to save me from mosquitoes here. But in fact, the village was renamed in 1948 in memory of the outstanding Russian botanist Vladimir Komarov. The fact is that immediately after the end of the Great Patriotic War, a plot of pine forest was allocated for dachas of full members and corresponding members of the USSR Academy of Sciences.

At the same time, Komarov folklore also knows such an elegant formula of love, tenderness and admiration that any most fastidious seaside town could envy it. Smiling and joyful visitors to Komarovo beaches are the envy of everyone with a tan: “Morning in Komarovo.” It must be said that another local euphemism is distinguished by the same refined elegance, although from a completely different area. Following Anna Akhmatova, the local intelligentsia began to call the road to the Komarovskoe cemetery: “I won’t tell you where.” The poetess dropped this mysterious image back in 1958 in her “Seaside Sonnet.”

Over time, not only the best mathematicians and physicists, but also artists, painters, musicians, and writers began to settle in Komarovo. This created a special atmosphere of the village, which quickly became privileged. The very way of life that these people led, with their starched white tablecloths, long tea parties on the terrace and the indispensable playing of music, did not fit into the overall picture of proletarian life. The village’s inhabitants themselves called it “the hostel of learned men” or “Akademyaki” (a humorous name for the village of academicians in consonance with Kellomyaki). But Komarovo, despite its elitism, was not a closed settlement. It has always been customary to receive guests here.

In the village there are houses of creativity of writers and theater workers, dachas of the Literary Fund and a theater society. By the mid-50s, from being destroyed by the war, it turned into a cozy and well-kept holiday village in which the Leningrad (and not only) creative intelligentsia vacationed. At different times, A. Akhmatova, Yu. German, D. Shostakovich, V. Panova, F. Abramov, I. Efremov, V. Solovyov-Sedoy, I. Brodsky, A. Prokofiev, G. Kozintsev, I. lived or visited here Kheifitz and many others.

Writers adored their House of Creativity, despite the fact that in terms of comfort it resembled a provincial hotel of not the highest standard. But everyone had their own separate room...

The cars chirped from morning until lunch. Residents of the village passing passing by, they automatically lowered their voice: “The authors create!” Life in Komarovo flowed smoothly and calmly. In the summer we rode bicycles. In winter - on a Finnish sleigh. We went to visit each other. They staged home performances. And they watched the lives of their famous neighbors with all their might. Fortunately, no one built solid fences then. The whole life of scientists and artists was in full view.

Country house the great physicist Ioffe stood on Kurortnaya, the main street of the village. The scientist could often be seen in a white shirt with a hoe in his hands. However, many brilliant men were engaged in weeding vegetable gardens at that time. Some of them were completely distinguished by extravagant behavior. For example, Academician Fok, who never parted with his hearing horn, loved to walk along the paths of the village arm in arm with his wife. Periodically they stopped and began to kiss with inspiration. Public
She was shocked, but didn’t show it. And the greatest mathematician, academician Vladimir Smirnov, when meeting even small children, took off his hat and bowed!

The same touching, incredibly modest person
remembered the great composer in Komarovo Dmitry Shostakovich. He had two dachas in the village. He rented the first one (at 18 Bolshoy Prospekt) and lived in it until the war. It was there that the famous 7th Symphony was composed, thanks to which Shostakovich received the status of the country's main composer. Few people knew then that he hated Soviet power with all his soul, was afraid of it, and was constantly waiting for arrest. The fear was especially strong in 1948, when mass “purges” began in the scientific and cultural environment. Critic Khentova recalls that one day, riding a bicycle past Shostakovich’s dacha, she saw him run out of the house with a completely crazy face and start running around the yard. Apparently, in this way Shostakovich tried to get rid of an obsessive nightmare - now they will come, knock on the door, arrest you.

Of all the Komarov residents, Shostakovich was friends only with the director Kozintsev, whose mother-in-law was imprisoned in the camp (the relatives of many scientific and cultural figures were then arrested, the authorities thus “insured” themselves against freethinking by taking their loved ones “as collateral”). Dmitry Shostakovich was strongly advised to live in Moscow, closer to the Kremlin, but he, despite all fears, remained in Komarovo, where in the early 50s his personal dacha was built - on the outskirts of the village, near the railway, in a pine forest.

Cemetery in Komarovo

Near the village, among the hills covered with forest, there is the picturesque Lake Shchuchye. On the way to it there is a cemetery where prominent figures of science and culture are buried, whose lives and activities were in one way or another connected with their stay in Komarovo. On March 9, 1966, A.A. was buried at the Komarovskoye cemetery. Akhmatova is a great Russian poetess. From this moment on, it becomes a landmark and a place of “pilgrimage”, sometimes it is even called “Akhmatovsky”. More than 40 academicians are buried here, including N.N. Petrov, A.P. Barannikov, M. Alekseev, M. Somov, A. Treshnikov, S. Merkuryev and others. Composer and musician S.A. was buried in 1996. Kurekhin., in 1999 academician D.S. Likhachev.

Not far from the railway, the brilliant actress Faina Ranevskaya often rested in a sanatorium. To the question: “How do you feel?” answered: “Like Anna Karenina!” Today, the only eccentric genius lives in Komarov - composer Oleg Karavaychuk. Resembling the old lady Shapoklyak, he always walks alone. The cashiers shout after him: “Citizen, you left the change!” And if someone, recognizing the musician, dares to say hello to him, they will hear in response: “Don’t bother!”
“Now for some reason it is customary to define an outstanding place, city, village by who lived in it. Pushkin lived in St. Petersburg, but Plato famously said that there are three values: what was created by God and nature, chance and, much worse, man. Komarovo is a place to which a miracle has given great opportunities. The harmony created by nature is always higher than the harmony created by man.

What Komarovo?! There is no Komarov at all. There is Kellomäki, a wonderful mountain, a hill until it was ruined, and next to it there is another hill, streams flowed, you can drink water, and Maxim Shostakovich ran nearby and also drank water. There was a creek delta on the bay, like a woman’s braids, it’s impossible to forget them. And nearby, the innate wisdom of a person was saved to build some kind of domino. Both Finns and Russians managed to decorate women's braids - streams, with ribbons, bows - dachas. Houses are in cities, but there should be dachas in nature. You have to be Bolsheviks or oligarchs not to feel anything and build houses and ranches over streams and cut down birch and pine trees so that the domina looks better, or turn trees into palm trees, cut off all the branches leaving the tops. And the secret is that the dachas fit in among the trees, bushes and flowers. Nature in nature. And that’s why Finnish poets, Finnish geniuses lived in Kellomäki. Russia's talent was getting closer to the Finns and would continue to get closer, and there was no need to talk about politics and there was no need for Putin, everything would go on as usual. But the main thing is in the architecture of dachas. Windows and balconies are of great importance. Kachalov lived, Time lived, Ulanova came, Smoktunovsky came. Now think, if Ulanova gets up, Smoktunovsky from the grave? What? And they will enter a garden in which there is not a single tree, there are tiles all around, they will again lie down in the grave. In it (in the village) one could be resurrected and write works of genius.” (from an interview with Oleg Karavaichuk, 12/16/2005)

Today, Komarovo has largely lost the “academic” appearance it had in the 50s and 60s. Many dachas passed to the heirs of famous owners, or even to people far from science and culture. “New Russian” mansions are springing up here and there. The symbols of the new life were a cellular antenna reaching into the sky near the station and a restaurant on the shore. The current St. Petersburg public still loves to come to Komarovo - to visit the beach or take a walk to Lake Pike, stopping along the way to bow to Anna Andreevna.

Kelomyakki, Joseph Brodsky

I
Lost in the dunes taken from the Chukhna,
a town made of plywood, within whose walls you can barely sneeze -
A telegram flies from Sweden: “Be healthy.”
And no ax can chop wood
heat the room. On the contrary, different
I tried to warm the house with my back
the very winter and planted flowers
in the blue glass of the veranda in the evenings; and you,
as if preparing to escape and having found the azimuth,
I fell asleep there wearing woolen socks.

II
Small, flat waves of the sea starting with the letter “b”,
very similar from a distance to thoughts about myself,
ran around the deserted beach
and froze into wrinkles. Dry jitters
sometimes forced the bare twigs of the hawthorn
the retina becomes covered with a pockmarked cortex.
And then seagulls appeared from the snowy darkness,
like corners besmirched by no one's hand
a day as white as empty paper;
and for a long time no one lit the fire.

III
In small towns you recognize people
not in the face, but on the backs of long lines;
and the population lined up in single file on Saturday,
like a caravan in the desert, for sah. sand
or a net of herring that made a hole in the budget.
In a small town you usually eat
the same as the others. And distinguish yourself
it was possible from them only by copying from the ruble
the spire of the Kremlin, tapering towards the star,
or - seeing your things everywhere.

IV
Despite all this, they were strong,
those abandoned matchboxes
with two or three dishes rattling in them;
raw heads. And, feeding the sparrow,
the whole family looked at him through the window,
where the trees also merged into one in the evenings
ebony trying to outgrow
the sky - which happened around six o'clock,
when the book slammed and when
All that was left of you was your lips, like those of that cat.

V
This outward generosity, this one for that matter;
gift, growing cold inside, exude warmth
outside, brought the guests closer to the housing,
and winter considered the sheet on the line to be her linen.
This stifled conversations; laughter
creaked loudly, leaving traces like snow,
covered with frost, like pine needles, edges
pronouns and turning "I"
into a crystal that shimmered with solid turquoise,
but melted after your tear.

VI
Did all this really happen? and if so, why?
now awaken the peace of these former things,
remembering the details, adjusting pine to pine,
imitating - often successfully - that light in a dream?
Those who believe are resurrected: in angels, in roots (forest);
What did the Kelomäkki know, except for rails?
and schedules of iron things, whistling
emerging from oblivion five minutes later
and dissolved in him, greedily swallowing the tin,
the thought of love and having time to sit down?

VII
Nothing. Quicklime of winter spaces, your own food
picking up from deserted suburban platforms,
left them under the weight of pine paws
present in a black coat, whose drape,
more durable than Cheviot,
protected there from the future and from
of the past is better than a smoky glass - buffet.
There is nothing more permanent than black;
this is how letters appear, or the “Carmen” motif,
This is how opponents of change fall asleep dressed.

VIII
Don't open that door with the key anymore
with an intricate beard and not include the shoulder
electricity in the kitchen to the delight of the cucumber.
This birdhouse outlived the starling,
cumulus and cirrus herds. In terms of time, there is no "then":
there is only “there”. And “there,” straining his gaze,
memory wanders through the rooms in the twilight, like a thief,
rummaging through closets, dropping a novel on the floor,
putting his hand in his pocket.

IX
You can nod and admit that it's a simple lesson
Lobachev's runners were of no use to the landscape,
that Finland is sleeping, hidden in his chest
dislike for ski poles - now, guess what?
made of aluminum: better, apparently, for the hands.
But you can no longer tell from them how bamboo burns,
can’t imagine a palm tree, a tsetse fly, a foxtrot,
parrot's monologue - or rather, that
the kind of parallels where naked, since - the edge
light, walked like a savage, Maclay.

X
In small towns, storing belongings in basements,
like other people's photographs, they don't hold cards -
even playing ones - as if putting a limit
the attacks of fate on the defenselessness of bodies.
There are wallpapers; and locality
we usually free them from external fetters
so successfully that the smoke rushes back
return to the pipe, do not let the façade down;
what leaves those merged into one
a white spot behind.

XI
It is not necessary to remember the name of you, me;
A blouse is enough for you and a belt is enough for me,
to see in the trellis (that is, to give to the blind),
that namelessness suits us just right,
as a result, all living things disappear from the face of the earth
erased by the silent “pli” of all cells.
Things have limits. Especially their length,
inability to move. And our right to
"here" extended no further than on a clear day
a shadow falling like a wedge into the snowdrifts

XII
woodshed. Looking into a different landscape
we will assume that this sharp wedge is ours
common elbow extended outward,
which neither you nor me
neither bite nor, even more so, kiss.
In this sense, we merged, although the bed
didn't even creak. For she is now
a whole world where there is also a door on the side,
who definitely heard a ringing somewhere -
good only for getting out.

1980

To the question Where is Komarovo located in Moscow? That's the area. given by the author Kons shark the best answer is There is no district or microdistrict of Komarovo in Moscow. There is one in the Marfino district of the North-Eastern Administrative District, near the Botanical Garden of the Russian Academy of Sciences. The nearest metro stations are “Vladykino” (STL) and “Telecenter” (MMTS).
The street was named in 1960 in memory of the botanist, natural history historian (1869-1945), president of the USSR Academy of Sciences (1936-1945). The resort village of Komarovo in St. Petersburg is named after him.

But Komarovo, which is 90 km from Moscow along the Kaluga Highway, where the house is for sale :) It is located in the Kaluga region.

kons shark
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I meant the first option - st. acad. Komarova, near VDNH

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Hello! Here is a selection of topics with answers to your question: Where is Komarovo in Moscow? That's the area.

Answer from Maxim Yu. Volkov[guru]
Komarovo - Wikipedia
Komarovo (before 1948 - Kellomäki, from the Finnish Kellomäki hill from which one listens to the sounds of cows while grazing freely without a shepherd) is an urban-type settlement, a municipal formation in the Kurortny district of St. Petersburg.
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Komarovo. Official website:: Komarovo. Official site.
The area of ​​the municipal formation of the village of Komarovo is 3100 hectares, the permanent resident population is 1062 people (2002 census). In summer, the population increases by at least 5-10 times.

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Equestrian Club Komarovo
KSK "Komarovo" enjoys well-deserved authority in St. Petersburg, Russia and far beyond its borders. KSK "Komarovo" aims to develop equestrian sports in St. Petersburg, including children's and youth sports.
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Holiday house Komarovo
Vacationers at the Komarovo Holiday Home have at their disposal: a library, a game library, an indoor gym, walking tours of memorable places in the village of Komarovo, recreational evenings and a disco.
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Residential Complex "Komarovo" Tyumen. Affordable housing. Fraud of shareholders...
Information was received based on the results of an audit of the use of regional budget funds allocated to finance infrastructure facilities in the Komarovo residential area for the period since 2005. Results. [Reported by DVV]
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Sklyar Igor “Komarovo” - text and lyrics of the song in karaoke on karaoke.ru
Unfortunately, playing the karaoke version of the song “Komarovo” is currently impossible due to the lack of an agreement with the copyright holder. We offer Good Mood!
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Andrey Krasko. Memory site. Komarovo
Andrei Krasko is buried in a small cemetery in Komarovo near St. Petersburg. On it, away from the bustle of the city, among the pine trees, many cultural and scientific figures rest. Among them are Anna Akhmatova, Sergey Kuryokhin, Alexander Volodin, Veniamin Basner...
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House of rest and creativity "Komarovo", Sestroretsk - Leningrad region...
By public transport: St. Petersburg from the Finlyandsky station by electric train in the Vyborg direction to the village of Komarovo. From the platform 250 m along the road towards St. Petersburg. Number of rooms.
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AllNW.ru Komarovo Kurortny district of St. Petersburg
More than a thousand children with serious illnesses are treated annually at the Komarovo children's psychoneurological sanatorium. There are many beautiful places for walks in the vicinity of the village. There are a lot of berries and mushrooms in the forests.

Answer from Natalia Balbutskaya[guru]
In total, the search engine returns 32 settlements with this name. But in Moscow or the Moscow region, the search engine does not show such a village (only in the Ivanovo or Kostroma or Tver regions near Moscow.
The village of KOMAROVO on the shore of the Gulf of Finland.
The village of Komarovo received its current name in 1948 in honor of the President of the USSR Academy of Sciences, botanist V.L. Komarov.
In 1948, construction of the academicians' village began. Many outstanding scientists received comfortable dachas here. Among them: A. Ioffe, L and I. Orbeli, V. Struve, V. Smirnov, V. Alekseev, S. Kozin, D. Faddeev, S. Kovalev, V. Fok, N. Altman, V. and Yu. Linnik, D. Likhachev and others.
In the village there are houses of creativity of writers and theater workers, dachas of the Literary Fund and a theater society. By the mid-50s, from being destroyed by the war, it turned into a cozy and well-kept holiday village in which the Leningrad (and not only) creative intelligentsia vacationed. At various times, A. Akhmatova, Yu. German, D. Shostakovich, V. Panova, F. Abramov, I. Efremov, V. Solovyov-Sedoy, I. Brodsky, A. Prokofiev, G. Kozintsev, I. Kheifitz et al.
On the way to the lake there is a small cemetery where prominent figures of science and culture are buried, whose lives and activities were in one way or another connected with their stay in Komarovo. On March 10, 1966, A. A. Akhmatova, the great Russian poetess, was buried at the Komarovskoye cemetery. More than 40 academicians are buried here, including N. N. Petrov, A. P. Barannikov, M. Alekseev, M. Somov, A. Treshnikov, S. Merkuryev and others. In 1996, the composer and musician S. was buried. A. Kurekhin. , in 1999, Academician D.S. Likhachev.