It is here, where Mikhaïl Yurievich Lermontov wrote his famous poem Mziri ( The Novice). I’m posting just a little paragraph. On the pictures below you can see the matching names and places. Enjoy! However it’s even better to go and see it 😉

A few years ago,

There whereas, plums, noise,

Embraced, like the two sisters,

The streams of Aragva and Kura

There was the monastery. Beside the mountain

And now the pedestrian sees

The pillars of the collapsed gate,

And the tower and the church vault;

But not much is smoked under it

The spoons bless fragrant smoke,

Not to hear the singing in the late hour

Of the begging monks for us.

Now the gray-haired old man,

The half-dead guard of the ruins,

By the people and by the death is forgotten,

Sweeps away the dust from the gravestones,

Whose the inscription says

About the glory of the past - and about that

How depressed by his crown,

Same king, in same year,

To Russia have handed his people.

And God's grace come in

At Georgia! It is blossomed

Since then, in the shadow of their gardens,

Do not fear of an enemies

Behind the face of the friendly bayonets.