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Abandoned Pobeda Village (Buzuluksky Bor)
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In the center of the protected Buzuluksky Bor there is a children's health camp "Pobeda". Penetrating through the dense thickets of the forest, you hardly expect to stumble upon traces of civilization. However, the forest suddenly gives way, and a real pioneer camp opens up before you. But there is one “but” - this camp is abandoned and no one needs it anymore.
In the Pobeda camp, military children and participants in sports sections of the Samara and Orenburg regions once spent the most magical moments of their lives. Here they made real friends and girlfriends for life, had fun away from their parents. For many, the word “Victory” is now associated with first love and the most magical first kiss, with many kilometers of cross-country races along sandy roads under pine trees and long forest walks to the Borovka River. Here, even an elk that accidentally wandered in and a lynx that left its tracks became part of the memories.
Every year the camp was filled with schoolchildren of all ages to give them another unforgettable summer, but one day the winners never came again. The original buildings, where every summer became a common home, are now empty. Here, once upon a time, there was the sound of laughter, the mottos of the troops, and the clatter of spoons on tables. But since then the noise of the children has been drowned in the dense forest.
Walking through the main gate, you can imagine how many years ago joyful children ran through it, missing their beloved Pobeda. You can easily recognize the pioneer line and the summer stage, where music was played every evening. Now you have the opportunity to look into the dining room and see a part that the pioneers never saw - a place strictly guarded by cooks in white aprons and caps. The menu was handed out here.
In every building you like, you can see children’s bedside tables, the remains of tables and chairs, and partially preserved glass in the window openings. Squad posters once hung on the walls. Just walking into the building, you can imagine how at night neighboring units smeared each other with toothpaste.
Among the thickets of grass you can still discern a sports ground where they played pioneer ball and kicked a soccer ball. In the long cucumber gazebo, in rainy weather you could play chess and read books from the library. Somewhere nearby, every shift, a farewell bonfire burned and favorite songs with a guitar were played, and somewhere the pioneers played in the lightning.
Looking at your favorite passages from childhood, it’s hard to imagine that no one needs these houses anymore. At the same time, they create an eerie feeling of wild silence and the impression that someone is closely watching you.