Ukraine has always been famous for its vast and rich in nutrients black earth agricultural land, hence the country is often referred to as the breadbasket of Europe. Agriculture always played a significant role in Ukrainian culture, with man old folk tales and songs praising the rural life and hard work. I find that this fragment of an old Ukrainian folk song “My field, my field” captures it well
O my field, my field!
Ploughed with bones,
Harrowed with my breast,
Watered with blood
From the heart, from the bosom!
Tell me, my field,
When will better days be?
My field, O my field!
By my grandfather won,
Why dost thou not give
Me the means of life?
Bitter toil! With my own blood stained,
My heart’s blood is there.
How bitter for me, my field,
To look on thee!
Farms under the Soviet regime were mostly collectivised and managed by the Central Committee of The Communist Party of The Soviet Union. The area where Pripyat was erected used to be rural and remote, and the remnants of that can be often in a form of old, traditional cottages and villages surrounding the city.
The most Northwest part of Pripyat is hiding few secrets rarely visited by tourists, one of them you can see below. The woodland is slowly consuming abandoned parts of combine harvesters, tractors and ploughs.
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