Winter Holidays and Traditions of Ukraine
Winter has come and with its arrival, we have a series of bright holidays and special dates of the Christian calendar. Fun social events and fantastic mystery-plays which return us to ancient ...
Sevastopol is the jewel of the Crimean Peninsula; a town of shimmering beaches and deep histories once eulogized by likes of Leo Tolstoy. Explore its streets with a guide from tourHQ.
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Winter has come and with its arrival, we have a series of bright holidays and special dates of the Christian calendar. Fun social events and fantastic mystery-plays which return us to ancient ...
Stretching from the wild Carpathian Mountains in the west to endless steppe landscapes of the east, Ukraine is Europe’s travel frontier. Since gaining independence from the Soviet Union, the ...
Let us present one more special place for our guests - the Strategic Missile Forces Museum, which is a branch of the Central Museum of the Armed Forces of Ukraine, unique and unparalleled ...
The gap between how many Ukrainians consider the Ukrainian language native, and how many people use it in real life, is quite significant.
On August 24, Ukraine celebrates its Independence Day. Therefore, we decided to choose 24 unusual traditions connected with our culture, rituals and Ukraine holidays.Premarital sex, dancing dead man, ...
In the snows of 1854 a young Leo Tolstoy was transferred to the besieged city of Sevastopol. Clutching the rocky tip of the Crimean Peninsula, it had become the final bastion of Russian control on the Black Sea; encircled by French and Ottoman battalions, and the tenacious troops of the legendary British Light Brigade (later eulogised by Tennyson). Despite the cannon smoke, the crumbling defences and the ceaseless “thunder of the firing” that he found there, the great romantic still dubbed the city “beautiful” and “fine”; his work, the Sevastopol Sketches, became an enduring panegyric to this most Russian of Ukrainian towns.
Today, Sevastopol still seems to linger somewhere in the void between Europe and Russia, uncertain of its identity and indifferent to the looming spectres of that Black Sea fleet. It’s a place where statues of Lenin lurk anachronistically over sun-splashed promenades, fashionistas strut between the coffee bars of the waterfront, gorgeous neo-classical facades converge around museums, Sevastopol tour guides reveal the endless feats of military prowess from the tips of Mount Sapun, and excellent beaches cluster beneath the cliffs all around town.
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