![]() ![]() The two floors of exhibits take in much of the horror of that Vuchetich, famous for his grandiose sculptures glorifying Was designed by the socialist-realist artist Yevgeny Finished in 1981, the building and itsĬollection are a time capsule from the late Soviet era. Of World War Two and the Eastern Front from the Ukrainian, and The Great Patriotic War (Of 1941–1945), that tells the history In one hand, in the other a shield emblazoned with Soviet hammerīunker-like pedestal supporting the Mother is the National Museum Of The History Of ![]() ![]() ![]() Here she is, gleaming in the light, a sword thrusting skywards Speakers sounding out the vastness of the space a journey from theĮveryday to cosmic-scaled history at the foot of Mother Position the guttural stops and warped, soaring vowels puncture theĪirspace with delayed echoes around the figure, the multitude of The elegiac songs continue, and from this In bright blue and orange, and covered in dots. Gargantuan soldiers frozen in the midst of battle, two tanks faceĮach other with their gun barrels crossed, both bizarrely painted The warrior woman “Mother Motherland” (intentionally built just Side, guns, farming tools and reinforcement bars pointing towards The march of figures lead through the grotto, and out to the other Peasants, sits against the hard edged abstraction of the concrete. A roughly hewn socialist-realistįrieze depicting rows of super-sized soldiers, workers and Sound of mournful singing reverberating around the cool space andīouncing off its hard walls. There are several grottos, with the tinny Made of poured concrete, shafts radiating out in rhythmic echoesįrom a Soviet star, embedded crater-like on a monolithic pillar to Sculpture of a steel-plated woman warrior.įurther down, I come up to a large, covered section, partly The sound crackling and warbling from disintegrating speaker conesĪnd what could be poor MP3 compression. Speakers, blasting out a loop of emotionally piqued funereal songs, Suddenly, a loud and mournful male voice starts singing inĬontrabass right next to me. I hear the muffled sounds of distant music being played. The broad boulevard stretches out under the hot sun for nearly a Visitors escaping from the hot weather, sipping beer in the shade “terror-famine” in the early 1930s) I enter a pedestrian boulevard.Īt the head of it sit kiosks and cafes, with small groups of After passing through a park, the gold-domed Pechersk LavraĪnd Memorial To The Holodomor Victims (the Ukrainian With clusters of imposing looking tower blocks beyond its oppositeīanks. I made my way through the SovietĮra metro and out to the hills overlooking the wide Dnieper River,
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