This is a poem by Tamara Dolbunova, a local poetess. It was written in the late 80s, when the plant was still working. Tamara Grigoryevna and still lives in Baikalsk. Does not leave his work.
This is a poem by Tamara Dolbunova, a local poetess. It was written in the late 80s, when the plant was still working. Tamara Grigoryevna and still lives in Baikalsk. Does not leave his work.
Started with tents Like all cities.
A century-old taiga rustled over Baikal.
The beautiful city has grown
On the forest shore.
I love him dearly and the call of Baikal.
It’s rainy summer
And spring is capricious.
The sun is generous in autumn Nature has given us.
Belted our ski town in the winter.
Until January frosts
The surf hits the shore.
Day and night does not stop
In the workshops, the buzz of work, Snow-white wave
Cellulose is coming.
Baikal residents are able
And work and live.
Singing songs sincerely
And be friends and love.
To these verses, Gennady Mikhailovich Shulgin, a local musician, a very talented person, wrote music and the Baikal choir very soulfully performs this song. It almost always sounds on city holidays.