Kubnya — the river of childhood

THE MISTS OF MY VILLAGE

My first memories of the village are not only of my father and mother. They are also of my grandmothers in neighbouring houses, the pond with geese, the well by the house, and the Kubnya River, where we used to go swimming and fishing. They are of the village herd returning from pasture and those very photographs of my relatives that were kept in the forester’s canvas bag… These memories have left their mark on my entire life and often come back to me joyfully, decades later…