By Walter Kish
Fall has come to Kyiv. The leaves on
the famed chestnut trees that line
This
year, early October has blessed Kyiv with particularly fine weather, with
plenty of sun and temperatures in the high teens. The streets, squares
and parks throng with people enjoying the remaining warmth before winter sets
in. Sweaters and jackets may now be more in evidence, but the spirit of
the locals is still very much imbued with thoughts of summer.
Winter
is typically not kind to Kyiv. For some four months, the sun virtually
disappears, and the city becomes enveloped in a cold, grey mantle that affects
the spirit as much as the natural environment. That is why Kyivans hold on to
summer for as long as they can, reveling in the great outdoors and filling the
outdoor cafes and bistros. Even as the days and evenings grow colder,
many of these outdoor establishments seek to prolong the patio season by
supplying their al fresco patrons with blankets and installing terrace heaters.
Even
the Maidan, Kyiv’s central square, is reluctant to give up its role as the
city’s primary entertainment venue. During the summer, almost every
weekend saw a stage set up on the square and some sort of concert or
performance there.
This
has continued into September and October. A couple of weeks ago, one of
One
sign of approaching winter is the rush by many young people to get married
while the various rites and rituals can still be carried out under God’s blue
sky. St. Michael’s Cathedral and its square are traditional destinations
for newlyweds who come to lay flowers at the feet of St. Olha. Last weekend, I
counted no fewer than 18 wedding parties in the space of less than half an
hour, more than I saw on any given weekend during the summer.
The
same is true at the famous
One
difference I have noticed this year from the previous one is a surprising
extension to the tourist season. Last year, by the time October rolled
around, there were few foreign tourists to be seen. Over the past several
weeks, however, I have noted significant numbers of Europeans continuing to
take in the tourist attractions of Kyiv.
Regular
streams of buses disgorge large groups of Poles, Germans and even Japanese at
the Dnipro and Kozatskiy hotels. Wandering down St. Andrew’s Uzviz past the
seemingly unending line of kiosks selling Ukrainian arts, crafts and chintzy
souvenirs, one can still frequently hear the sounds of English, Spanish,
Italian and Arabic tongues. It seems the world has finally discovered
So,
for a few more weeks, at least, until the first snowflakes fall and the skies
turn grey for the duration of the Central Ukrainian winter, I will continue to
enjoy what the locals here call Babyne Lito or Grandmother’s Summer.