City pyramid bear. Pyramid (village)

Good afternoon my name is Vladimir, I'm 33 years old and I'm a guide (which allows me to travel a lot). In the spring of 2013, I worked in the village of Pyramid, which is located on the Spitsbergen archipelago (Arctic).

Since this is 78 degrees north latitude, it is a stone's throw from here to the North Pole - about 1300 km. There are only 2 cities in the entire archipelago where people live, but I went to work in the officially evicted village of Pyramid, in which no one officially lives today...

Here, look what one spring day is like at the edge of the Earth (to be absolutely precise, it’s March 26, when it’s already very close to the onset of the polar day)

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The pyramid was mothballed in 1998 and stood as an absolute ghost town for almost a dozen years. Nowadays it is an increasingly popular item in Norwegian tourist routes. For a long time, Pyramid remained the northernmost settlement in the world, and here many things have a prefix in the form of the words “northernest”: the world’s northernmost coal mine, the world’s northernmost swimming pool, a monument to Lenin, a working hotel, the world’s northernmost piano (more precisely, even two) - in a word, a piece of the Arctic, where by some miracle people managed to live and work.

The mine closed as unprofitable in 1998, the people were taken out, and the outpost of socialism, which, to the surprise of many foreigners, turned out to be so close to them, gradually turned into a refuge for Arctic foxes and polar bears.

After a decade of oblivion, it was decided to revive the Pyramid, inviting tourists to take a look at how a simple Soviet miner lived and worked. Tourists didn’t believe it at first, but then stood in long lines for tours.
There are six of us here. “If you think that the pyramid is still a ghost town, then in front of you stands one of them, and the only one who speaks English,” I often say to tourists, who in response give me wide smiles.

Here is one of my working days in the Arctic.
1. I wake up at about 7:30. Please note that there is no cellular network signal on the phone, there is no radio, no TV, no internet at all, try to catch the Norwegian cellular communication it is possible only in one place, at the so-called staff (also known as emotional spot or spot of hope) - an ordinary geodetic staff, stuck by an unknown person on the outskirts of the village, but very attentive, for which he bows to the ground.

2.I live in the Tulip Hotel - a Soviet hotel built 9 years before it was closed, this is my room, which, by the way, I have to pay for from my salary *))

3. Brushing your teeth and washing your face - everything is like ordinary people

4. During breakfast I manage to fill out the tables for accommodation and excursion tours for the previous day. I have breakfast, to be honest, whatever I have, recently I found some cereal left by someone. With condensed milk and coffee - an excellent option.

5. Further, the Arctic, nevertheless, makes itself felt; to go outside you have to put all this on yourself, a kind of arctic cabbage comes out. The carbine is not here for beauty - there are bear trails around the village, in addition, while I guide guests through the village, I am responsible for their safety. So, we put on two pants, all kinds of thermal clothes, a windproof anorak and take a carbine with a knife.

That's it, it's almost 8 am. The sun has been shining since 4:30, and soon it will stop setting altogether. Let's go out!

On the street I am already met by my friends - arctic foxes. Saigon - that's what I called one of them. He is the bravest of all and takes treats straight from his hands, and in addition, he often gets into fights with another fox named Sid. By the way, Sid is the youngest and extremely handsome, I will show him to you in a separate photoset someday. You can't just walk past them.

6.Today I feed Saigon half a potato and a chicken bone.

7. This is what a real arctic fox looks like (and this is what the translation of “arctic fox” sounds like in Russian) at breakfast.

8. View of Mount Pyramid (the village is named after it). Under the mountain is a machine shop, which is still full of equipment, and on the left is the so-called “madhouse”, a house for couples with children.

While the trial is going on, in the morning I can have time to work out in the rocking chair, where, in fact, I’m heading.

9. This wooden building was called “London” because single unmarried men lived there. A sort of Arctic Soviet humor. By the way, not far from it there is the same 4-story brick house named “Paris”, once inhabited by single women. And in keeping with the best traditions of the genre, there is a dining room between the houses, apparently for social gatherings.

10. The thermometer at the garage shows minus 10 in the sun. But it just seems so simple to him, in the shade it’s about 20 degrees below zero, and every meter per second of wind cools you down by another 2 degrees. This thermometer is the biggest optimist this morning.

11. The garage is spacious. All the life support of the village is located there - a coal boiler house and all the cars, including everyone’s favorite 22-year-old Toyota, which some Norwegian guests called nothing less than a Limousine

12. Yesterday in the garage they found 4 signs, something like slogans. I like this one the most

13. Here she is - a rocking chair. In fact, it would be difficult without her, since in terms of sports there is little choice: running through snowdrifts or racing after arctic foxes

14. Good morning, Pyramid!

You need to do it in a hat and gloves and quickly. The room is not heated. Here, in general, you do everything quite quickly, although time sometimes seems to freeze at one point altogether...

15. The dips on the uneven bars were a success, which can’t be said about the photo, sorry.*)))

16. That's it, it's time to go back to the hotel.

17. By the way, in passing: who wants the keys to Paris?

18. You can take a short road, or you can take a long one, I always choose the long one - there I always look at the tiny wooden airport building. Surrounded by mountains, the building looks like David against Goliath

19. Meanwhile, I approach the Tulip Hotel. A metal flower of the same name was installed during the ceremony to commemorate the day when a tulip suddenly bloomed on the lawn, which was brought here on a barge. By the way, Pyramid is the only place on the archipelago where in summer you can find tall grass, just the same kind of grass. In winter, a local species of Arctic deer tries to dig it out from under the snow.

20. Near the entrance - short biography hotel

I have time to have a little snack. Basically, there is a carbohydrate “diet” here - the helicopter brought several bags of rice, flour, and potatoes. But with protein foods it’s more complicated. True, there is cod, and while people on the continent usually turn their noses up suspiciously at the word cod, here it is real, northern, delicious *))

21. Now you need to go out and stomp to the staff for the communication session. You can walk - it’s about 20 minutes one way, but today we’ll take advantage of the benefits of civilization - a Toyota Helux. Along the way there is a sign like this:

22. The Pyramid’s coal past ended in 1998...

23. I change SIM cards in the car. The Moscow card accepts Net Com and is insanely expensive, the Norwegian Telenor is much cheaper and should seem to be better able to catch this weak signal coming from across the fjord. It's almost 10 am

24. Behind me is the same rail. Photo taken from the roof of a pickup truck

Then the phone makes a plaintive squeak in the cold, and, having said goodbye, thus turns off... okay, this often happens here: you always wonder who can stand it longer - fingers in the cold typing messages or the battery. Today the battery failed. I’m going to make a copy of that photo that I saw once on the Internet.

25. These are boxes with communications laid inside, and you can walk on top. It turned out pretty similar.

I’m going to the port, I need to check the houses for tourists there. Today we are waiting for three managers of the largest travel company on Spitsbergen. But I don’t know yet that they will actually stay at the hotel...

26. In the port there is a huge belt along which coal was loaded onto ships heading to the continent. Now it is just an openwork structure made of metal and wood, when viewed from a respectful distance

27. Nearby is an abandoned building of a former thermal power plant. It probably made the most painful impression on me when I was there: everything inside seemed to be exploded. A movie about the war was filmed here, and then people from the crowd said that they felt uneasy inside. In addition, there is a constant noise from half-torn metal sheets; personally, for the first time I took the carbine off the safety lock there, when because of these sounds it seemed to me that someone was following me.. *))

I have about an hour and a half before the group of tourists arrives (based on the experience of previous days), so it’s time to look at a couple more barns, which always contain something interesting. Go ahead!

28. This picture is found in one of the barns

29. At first I thought it was paint or chemicals, but then, opening one of the drawers, I discovered the contents inside

30. I don’t know about you, but for me it’s incredible: all these metal barrels and six discs packed in each of them are all films that were shown at the Pyramid!

31. It’s as if the film factory was planning a move, but was never able to take away all its footage

32. We also came across two twin aliens, marked as “RNI 2.5”. If they came to life, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised; There are generally unusual things happening all around here.

33. Okay, let's move on. Not far from the beginning of the galleries along which the miners climbed and the coal descended from the mountain there is a training center. Everything is covered with the same snow. There is some kind of beep.

34. ...and also a fuse. "Check the circuit before you explode!" and check only from cover! It's good that you don't have to check anything. In addition, the shelters are all dark or covered with snow.

35. I go further to the barn, in which, according to stories, sports equipment was stored. This is what I really want to see. The contents inside speak for themselves. Judge for yourself.

36. And here’s the hit of the season, as they say: a bunch of bamboo ski poles! At 78 degrees north latitude, bamboo was actively used. Imagining Arctic skiers with poles like these, I couldn’t help but laugh, remembering the phrase “he combined the incongruous...”

I leave there with the feeling that I took a ride in a time machine, and as a free option it also had a button to “make the surrounding atmosphere unreal.” I return to Tulip, where a group of guests have already arrived. All Norwegians. After a brief greeting, I take them first to see the dining room.

37. Actually inside, in the dining room

38. Meanwhile, guests are scurrying back and forth, photographing everything in their path *))

In front of the main staircase is the only mosaic in the entire archipelago. There was not a single tourist who did not freeze for a couple of seconds in front of her and then diligently began to take photographs.

39. Generally speaking, the dining room is so beautiful that I will give here a photograph in which there are no Norwegians. Judge for yourself:

Having said that, among other things, she also worked 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and all the food was free, I lead dumbfounded tourists along the main and only street named after the 60th anniversary of the Great October Revolution.

40. Traditional photo of the world’s northernmost Ilyich

41. Even though Ilyich is the most northern in the world, and has been standing here alone for many years, there is something slightly crazy in his facial expression (I photographed a lot of different images of Lenin, but this one is definitely a little crazy)

We come from KSK - a cultural and sports complex. Everything inside was preserved almost perfectly. On the walls are photographs of the latest performances of amateur ensembles. The stunned Norwegians seem to be gradually becoming envious of such luxury. There are no such permanent buildings in neighboring Norwegian Longyearbyen. A little later, when they find out about the existence of the pool, this will finally finish them off.

42. KSK (main foyer)

43. Gym

44. I show the Norwegians a small hall, something like a rocking chair. The first week I arrived, I trained here. At the words “and now I’ll show you a rocking chair in the style of Rocky Balboa,” everyone smiles broadly and agrees with what they see. By the way, the weights on the bar are made of lead, cast in some intricate shape.

45. On the second floor there is a library, from which only cards remained that could be used to order books, and a room with musical instruments. A tourist, having recognized the national Russian instrument, “gives jazz” *))

46. ​​View from the second floor of KSK

47. Let's go to the pool now. The semi-Olympic standard is 25 meters. While the guys are in shock and confusion wandering around the perimeter, looking at the wooden decorative grilles, as well as the commentator’s booth somewhere under the ceiling, I manage to take a photo without them *))

48. This concludes the substantive, or rather spiritual, part of the excursion. Let's move on to our daily food. Today I have lunch with tourists.

49. Usually they serve borscht, main course and salad. All Scandinavians love borscht, although it is practically impossible for them to pronounce this word.

50. After this, the group leaves, and everyone waves goodbye to me. There are generally few people here and it is not customary to just leave without saying goodbye.

51. After their departure, there is a period of relatively free time during which you can drink coffee or read an e-book.

52. Then the thought overtakes me that in Moscow, for example, even in winter, my jacket is not so heavy, and all because I usually don’t carry in my pockets what I have to wear here. I empty the contents from my pockets, leaving only my hat and balaclava.

Around three in the afternoon I get dressed and go out again. One Norwegian guide from one of the local travel companies arrived. Good man, communicative. Once he served on the Soviet-Norwegian border (his phrase in complicated Russian: “Stop! Throw your hands away! This is the border of the Soviet Union!” I remembered for a long time with laughter). I promised to show him the mechanical shop, which we don’t usually take tourists to.

53.Actually Casper

54. Came with my brother and sister. We climb into the machine shop. They are genuinely surprised at the sight of everything that remains there.

55. technicians dream

Then we see that another group is going to Tulip. So it's time to go back. In parting, I ask Kasper to bring wine from Longyearbyen to celebrate the birthday of Alexandrovna, our cook. He promises to convey it with one of the guides, and he himself says that he will go with a group of skiers to the continent for 2 weeks. Well, I hope our courier service (as I call these transmissions from Longyearbyen behind my back) will work. And of course, good luck to you Casper, come back!
He takes me to the hotel, a group is already sitting in the hall.

56. No one here needs to be warned about taking off their outerwear and shoes. Everyone knows this themselves.

57. Meanwhile it's almost 4 o'clock

Here, at first, you are very surprised by the sight of a person with a huge knife and a carbine behind his back, especially if it is a girl. But then you quickly get used to it - everyone walks like that here. Arctic life dictates its own standards of behavior.

58. Journalist for a local Norwegian newspaper

If you thought that why I don’t show other residents of our commune here, it’s because everyone is busy with their own business and we don’t cross paths very often.

59. A rare shot that we manage to capture: Petrovich (who is in charge here and is often jokingly called the “governor of the Pyramid”) and our cook Alexandrovna.

60. Petrovich and I are going to the port to check out the houses, that’s the name here for three trailers converted into something like a hostel. The houses are ok. I go out to photograph the Nordenskiöld glacier. It seems to be no more than 4 kilometers away, but in fact this is an optical illusion. 17 kilometers - that's how far it is.

But still, I want to show you the rest of the residents of our village. We return to the garage. I'm looking for Vitalik and Oleg.

61. Finally I find Vitalik. He, too, like me, is from Russia. In fact, they say about him that he is closed, but this is not so. I photograph him fixing some equipment, while he tells me a story about how last year a team from National Geographic I did a photo shoot with him for several hours in a row...

62. Then I look for Oleg. Here everything is more complicated, you have to ask permission to take a picture of him. He ends up posing in front of a coal boiler.

63. I’m leaving the garage. Guests are about to arrive.

64. Then Petrovich arrives on a scooter and says that some group has already arrived. These are the guys we are waiting for. Now he will call me to the hotel on this device by nameViking

These were the same managers from the company who turned out to be surprisingly sociable and pleasant guys. If you didn’t know that they work for the largest travel company on the archipelago, you could easily mistake them for ordinary tourists. We came on a visit to see the hotel and decide on the possibility of accommodating guests there for the night. As a result, we talked until 23-00, during which time they bought 3 bottles of vodka and a myriad of beer, asked to play “Russian artist Vychotsky” (which meant Vysotsky) and show all the rooms of the hotel. Moreover, no one looked drunk.

65. At the end of the evening, they bought vests and proudly flaunted them:

66. That's it, time to go to bed.

67. At the end of the day, I have time to run out to photograph the night, which in a week will completely disappear as a class, giving way to the polar day, but the frost of about 30 degrees does not allow me to concentrate on the camera. In the end it turns out somehow, but nevertheless:

That's all, the day is over!

Instead of an afterword: I almost forgot to show you my best friend Sid! Always remain as optimistic and always smile as he does *)))

68. Sid

This term has other meanings, see Pyramid.

Pyramid(Norwegian Pyramiden) is a Russian mining village on the Western Spitsbergen Peninsula of the Spitsbergen archipelago. On this moment preserved.

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The settlement was founded by the Swedes in 1910, and in 1927 the village became Russian. The population in the 1960-1980s was more than 1000 people, high-rise capital buildings, a swimming pool, a library, a winter garden and a shallow port for receiving coal were built. Russian geological exploration data at the mine, however, turned out to be erroneous, and by the early 1990s, coal production fell sharply. On March 31, 1998, the last tons of coal were raised and the mine was closed. In total, 8.5 million tons of coal were extracted from the mine.

As a result, in the 1990s, Arktikugol employees left the village. In 2000 it was permanently closed.

The difficulties of the Arktikugol concern with the formation of a development policy were absolutely reflected in the Pyramid. Despite repeated statements of interest in resuming production at the open-pit mine, no active actions have been taken in this direction and sovereign estimates of the profitability of the Pyramid are unknown. In addition, the Pyramid, despite its successful placement inside the archipelago, was unable to attract research stations following the example of New Alesund, and capital buildings of Russian times in the 21st century were unclaimed.

The lack of a clear policy for diversifying the Russian economic presence is very well illustrated by the fact that out of more than 800 million rubles in city subsidies planned for the concern in 2008, Arktikugol was able to allocate funds for the work of only 1 tourist (paid) guide and several workers to support The Pyramid buildings are in good condition. In addition, in 2009 a summer hotel with meals appeared on the Pyramid

The village received its name because of the pyramidal shape of the mountain, at the foot of which it was founded. The distance to the capital of the archipelago, Longyearbyen, is about 50 km to the south in a straight line. In the summer, a Norwegian tourist ship sails to Pyramid from Longyearbyen, alternating trips with a call at Barentsburg.

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• Barentsburg is a Russian village on Spitsbergen.
• Grumant is a Russian village on Spitsbergen (mothballed).
• Longyearbyen is the largest Norwegian village on Spitsbergen.
• Ny-Ålesund is a Norwegian international research center in Svalbard.

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• The northernmost settlements in the world

• V. D. Trifonenko (Technical Director of Arktikugol) “Polar Mail” No. 1(3) February 1992

The pyramid is located 120 km north of Longyearbyen, Norway; it was the world's northernmost coal mine. The prefix “the northernmost” here can be substituted for everything: “the northernmost monument to Lenin” or “the northernmost swimming pool in the world” and so on, whatever your imagination allows. In 1998, coal mining ended and the village was mothballed. In the 1980s, up to 1000 people lived in the village; when Lebedev visited this place in the 2000s, only a crazy German lived here. Due to the special status of Spitsbergen (any state could conduct economic activity on it) Soviet Union tried to make this village a real showcase of communism, the Norwegians were jealous of how luxuriously a citizen of the USSR lived. It was a real paradise, getting here was considered real luck.

The pyramid is located in picturesque place at the foot of a mountain whose shape resembles a real pyramid overlooking the Nordenskiöld glacier. During the difficult crisis years of the conservation of the village, when no one remained in the Pyramid for the winter, vandals ruled here. The Norwegians came on snowmobiles and took away everything that could be taken away. For example, in the Kroa bar in Longyearbyen there is a bust of Lenin, it is just from the Pyramid. The city could have become another ghost town, like Pripyat in Ukraine, but we came to our senses in time and are now trying to breathe life into the city new life due to tourism.

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And now a little history. There is constant debate about who was the first to discover this polar archipelago. The Pomors of Spitsbergen have been known as "Grumant" since the 15th century; at the entrance to the harbors, the Russians left wooden crosses with the names of those who erected them. The Pomors left traces of settlements, there is no doubt - they were the first to engage in fishing on the distant island of Spitsbergen. Radiocarbon dating of the objects shows that they are much earlier in time than the Viking journeys to these lands. The Norwegians, of course, claim the opposite. Allegedly, the Pomors arrived much later and brought with them old utensils and used centuries-old logs in the construction of houses, so radiocarbon analysis does not count :) Ours claim that the Vikings only sailed to Bear Island, which they called “Svalbard,” i.e. cold earth in Norwegian. The question is quite political.

Officially, the island was discovered by the Dutch navigator Barents, who was looking for shortest way from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean. The discovery of new islands led to the fact that whaling companies settled here; what’s more, the bowhead whale produced 1.5 tons of baleen and 30 tons of blubber!

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The British and Danes were the first to declare their territorial claims to this land. Unlike Western Europeans, our people felt great on Spitsbergen, built camps and spent the winter in harsh conditions. Norwegians actively began to appear at the end of the 19th century, the land was officially recognized as “no man's land” just at this time. The issue of the legal status of the islands was supposed to be resolved in 1914 between Russia, Norway and Sweden, but due to the First World War the issue was returned to only in 1920. The Soviet Union was not invited to the Paris Conference, but the possibility of Russian rights to use natural and other resources before the USSR joined the treaty. The treaty itself recognized sovereignty over the islands for Norway, but the Norwegians pledged not to build military bases and fortifications on the islands, and now the most interesting thing: “citizens of all countries that signed the treaty, along with the Norwegians, have the right of free access to the archipelago for shipping, industrial, and commercial activities.” and commercial transactions on conditions of complete equality.

In other words, the islands actually belong to Norway, but any company or any citizen can live on the island and use its resources. A unique situation!

Ours in 1924, we joined the agreement, bought the land plots managed by the Arktikugol company, its task was simple - to provide the northern part of Russia with coal. Until 1941, two mines operated - in Barentsburg and Grumant, and a third village - Pyramid - was built. Every day the ships departed for Murmansk and Arkhangelsk. During the war, all the workers were evacuated to the north of England, and after the war, in 1946, the first miners and builders arrived, restored two villages in 3 years and completed the Pyramid in 1956.

So, it turns out that we had three settlements, the first is Grumant, which was mothballed in 1961, the miners say that when the coal runs out in other places, they can return here, the explored reserves will last for a long time. The second village is Barentsburg, an active village with the Russian Consulate, a swimming pool, a school and other infrastructure, I will write about it later. The most interesting is the third mine, Pyramid.

My first story will be about him.

And it all started with this issue of the Russian Reporter; in 2009, I read the article “Archipelago NO WAY” about this place and got excited. I knew I'd get here. Necessarily

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Our ship is in the port, the Russians call it the “polar girl”, the port of registration is Tromsø, in the winter it takes athletes to the fjord mountains, in the summer it takes tourists to the Pyramid and Barentsburg.

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The most important thing is to be lucky with the weather, then 3 hours of sailing will seem like a pleasant walk. In total, two ships carry it to the Pyramid in the summer.

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Barents, the discoverer of the island, wrote this: “The land along which we sailed was hilly and elevated, but they were not mountains, although the hills looked like sharp spiers, so the land was piled on Spitsbergen.”

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Northern nature is gorgeous, of course

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Guide Vadim talks in Norwegian and English about the animal world and the history of the island. Basically, half of the tourists are from mainland Norway, the rest are a complete hodgepodge of Germans, French, and Americans.

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Approaching the Pyramid

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Buildings, view from the water

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We are greeted by the bus and the tour guide Sasha from St. Petersburg, a colorful character with a “moose” gun. You can’t go without a gun; polar bears are extremely dangerous animals. I wonder what murder polar bear is being investigated by the police, shooting can only be done in self-defense, which still needs to be proven. The role of the police is performed by the governor from Norway or, as he is called here, the Susselman. The punishments and fines here are severe, they say that in times of famine, our people killed deer, and they were with chips, and the Norgs (that’s what the Norwegians are called) immediately flew in by helicopter and tied everyone up. The fines are scary!

Pyramid is an abandoned Soviet mining village located on the island of Spitsbergen in Norway. The village was built in the second half of the twentieth century near the world's northernmost coal mine. Its population reached a thousand people. But in the nineties, coal production fell sharply and the village was mothballed.

Now the Pyramid is a ghost village, which has preserved not only the buildings, but also many personal belongings of its inhabitants, left here as if in a hurry. The territory of the village is open to visitors, but it is not recommended to enter its buildings without an escort - in order to avoid accidents. The pyramid still holds the record for many of the most northern things in the world - among such records are a monument to Lenin, a swimming pool and even a piano.

The unusual disturbing and sad atmosphere of the abandoned city, as well as the unusual beautiful nature, surrounding the village, attracts tourists here in the summer. A small hotel has been set up in the village especially for them and there is a tour guide.

Now a flash mob about the 90s is very popular, and in the last post about Spitsbergen I propose to be transported back to that time - to the village of Pyramid, mothballed in 97 and retaining the ambiance of the Soviet-perestroika era.

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A mothballed settlement differs from an abandoned one in that sooner or later people will return to it. Permafrost is good for preserving buildings, and there is no one nearby who could destroy them. Recently I showed the Pyramid from the street, and now I invite you to look inside and plunge into the atmosphere of the 90s...

Everything inside remains as is. Childhood memories came flooding back to me - a lot of typical elements and familiar objects.

Cinema hall. This lining on the walls used to be everywhere possible.

There is a piano on stage. Working, but, as one would expect, not in a good mood.

Projectionist's booth. There are reels of tapes on the floor.

The gym is completely untouched. Recently there was a competition between our and Norwegian scientists.

Rocking chair with Soviet homemade sports equipment.

By the way, in the Russian provinces many of these simulators are still in use.

Library. Strange, but there are no books. They say that they were stolen, but it seems to me that the Norwegians took them away. I doubt that anyone would decide to steal a library in such a place.

Old Soviet signs.

The studio retains soundproofing upholstery and musical instruments.

Hall for ballet and dance classes. Why are there so many lamps on the ceiling?

The mirrors were removed, revealing a message from 1984 behind them.

The Bird House is a former family hostel.

Kindergarten "Solnyshko" and its creators.

A little higher up is a sign for an elementary school. Now it looks like a puzzle.

The paint inside the school is already peeling off. In principle, it is not surprising - for such a time and in such temperature conditions.

Teacher's room with a warehouse of textbooks and magazines.

Textbooks of my time! I remember them from school.

A stack of test papers. Unfortunately, it was a dictation, not an essay - it would have been interesting to read the thoughts of schoolchildren from the 90s.

Magazine with ratings. It can be seen that there were 20 people in the class.

The guide said that the wallpaper started peeling off just a week ago.

Primary school class. The board is lined into copybooks and squares.

A classroom where traffic studies took place.

The trek of the great traveler Maxim Gorky.

Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. Apparently, such graffiti appeared in recent years. The broken chandelier is the result of long years of neglect, and not the hands of vandals - they themselves began to fall from the ceiling.