Back to the Board: Spring Endgame
Back to the Board: Spring Endgame Spring this year entered the cities cautiously, like an experienced player who is in no hurry to reveal his debut. First the roads turned black, then the air filled with that special, disturbing smell of wet bark that only occurs in March. And then the birds arrived. Their cries over the city roofs were the first signal: winter had given up. Following the birds from their winter shelters, they too, the guardians of park traditions, stretched out. Those for whom the rustle of the first sticky leaves is inextricably linked to the knock of wooden checkers on an old, well-known board. Odesa. Podykh Soborki In Odessa, spring always smells a little earlier and a little sharper. On Sobornaya Square, the sun first timidly feels the granite slabs, and then floods the benches with light, on which are already spread out worn newspapers. From the pockets of coats, prominent boxes are taken out. Here they do not shout - here they conduct a sl...