Vladimir Nevsky is the patriarch of our family, a man shaped by Lake Baikal and the Khamar-Daban mountains. He carries quiet strength, resilience, and the rare ability to guide others without raising his voice. The paths he has walked became our direction, and his character became the foundation on which the next generations of the Nevsky family were built
Vladimir Aleksandrovich Nevsky (1933 — 2019) is an iconic figure for Buryatia. An energy engineer by profession and a pioneer in spirit, he dedicated his life to making the mountains and taiga closer and more understandable to everyone
Yuri Nevsky on his father Vladimir, the making of his book and the preservation of Buryatia’s hiking heritage.
For us, tourists, these words sound like a password, like a bugle call for “all hands on deck.” On this day, by long tradition, we gather around a campfire. Over smoky tea, a heartfelt conversation arises on its own — a meeting of kindred spirits. Here we sum up the summer just past…
Several winters in a row, on weekends, my friend Stanislav and I used to hike out to Upper Berezovka. Loggers had left behind a little hut with a stove and a splendid banya. We used the banya to the fullest, inviting friends over from time to time. The spot was quite…
On a wonderful autumn day we found ourselves in the possessions of the Mostovskoye forestry district, 30–35 kilometers from Ulan-Ude. The three of us go, armed with a shovel, saw and axe. Let’s go do a good deed. What kind of thing is this?
We are now increasingly talking about a healthy lifestyle. And it turns out that among us there are people for whom this has become the norm of behavior. We met with one of the representatives of this cohort in the editorial office. Read about it below
The older you get, the more often you recall snapshots from childhood. I remember the years our family lived on Sakhalin, in a small fishing village by the Tatar Strait. There we kids spent our free time by the sea, on the river, in the forest. In summer we swam, fished, gathered wild…
Rereading Jules Verne’s “In Search of the Castaways,” where the schooner’s crew finds a bottle with a note inside a shark’s belly, I recalled a story from my childhood. It happened on Sakhalin Island. One day, on a deserted seashore, I found a bottle. It was an ordinary…
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