Radichkov's Siberian campaign and the golden idol of the North

Much light and beauty have radiated from the insatiable eyes of Yordan Radichkov to illuminate and bathe in brilliance his unlit Courtyards. Much warmth and tenderness have radiated from his heart to warm our souls with thought and poetic imagery; to enrich and invigorate them with his pure love for ordinary Soviet people and to make us deeply empathize with his Siberian unrest. His restless feelings, reflections and experiences strike us, just as the imagination is struck by the vastness of the dead Siberian fields, the snowy wasteland of the tundra or the taiga of Yakutia; just as the mind is struck by gold, huge pieces of gold nugget or the bright shine of diamonds from the Yakut deposits; just as the soul is saturated by the wondrous beauty of the northern lights, the breath of the Arctic Ocean, the charm of Lake Baikal or the lush virginity of the Altai Mountains. Years ago Yordan Radichkov toured the lands of his homeland on foot. He warmed the hearts of young workers with news of their beautiful impulses. Later he discovered his beloved Arcadia, where he settled the people he met in his native land. Then he crossed Europe. He drank coffee on the Champs Elysees, his shadow wandered by the Eiffel Tower or Notre Dame. He listened to Ave Maria in Rome. He walked along the seaside boulevards of Cannes.