Irina Kovalenko


Living and teaching in this educational metropolis is a privileged dreamlike existence.  One for which, having suffered the hardships of perestroika,  I’ll always be thankful.

My morning bicycle journey to college exposes me to the Beauty of Midsummer Common and Jesus Green.  With my face fanned with clean fresh air I surrender with acquiescence to the City’s mysterious  enchantment.

As I ride past the Colleges, my thoughts are with the hundreds of famous pupils that walked their cloisters, and the ninety-four Nobel-Prize winners.  And then, Kings College - I hear in my mind a version of Nunc Dimittis made famous by it’s amazing boys choir. And its Magnificent spires remind me of Arnold’s poem “Thysis” with its reference to Oxford’s dreaming spires, I wonder... did he ever visit Cambridge?

It is said, the mere mention of Cambridge priorities you on life's short lists.