Acquaintance with the Chuvash Republic

Morning in the Chuvash Republic. The village of Cuskino. Cascade of waterfalls. A ravine, a soothing stream, a shadow of the forest. Exciting, a little bit even mysterious atmosphere.

In front of us is a tiny wooden house, where Chapaev was born. By the way, the log cabin used to be located in the neighboring village.
Later the house was carefully moved and installed near the station square. There's a monument here, the square is broken. In the building with a beautiful stained-glass window photos of division, Chapayev and his family are collected.

It's pretty oriental. There are a lot of separate zones, hookah smoke is not to be afraid of. It's a good choice of tea.

The charm of Soviet attractions and democratic prices for them. For adults there is nothing but the Ferris wheel. But it is enough just to walk in the shade of trees, perhaps to plunge into some of your childhood memories.

The Volga. Big sandy beach. Umbrellas and volleyball nets. Swimming is forbidden.

Meet us, Yoshkar-Ola. Cascades of fountains guard three-storey Stalinist buildings and private sector. You can see the Spasskaya Tower. You don't want to rush in here. Take a coffee in a street cafe and have a word with the salesman. Take a walk to Patriarch's Square.

The shore of the Malaya Kokshaga River. In summer, orchestras often play in the square and city festivals are organized. On the opposite bank of the river you can see the Resurrection Cathedral, it seems that the bronze monument to Alexis II is looking at it.

The interior is like a hobbit house. Gluhwein on grape juice and seafood. Pleasant lighting, relaxing atmosphere.

It turned out that between the streets of Pushkin and Gogol there is a section of the quay, under the name "Amsterdam". Probably, this should explain the appearance of the monument to the artist Rembrandt here. We continue to recognize this city.

We rest in a hotel, remember impressions gained on the way.