Mysterious and enigmatic places in the Burabay Park -
Organization of jeep tours to Borovoe from Almaty -
"Dancing Birch Grove" in Borovoe is a local attraction of the Burabay Natural Park, located near the village of Borovoe on the shore of Lake Borovoe (Auliekol). They were called dancing birches because the trunks of these trees have a very bizarre shape. The trees bend, curl and even intertwine in places. The birches have become so shaped because the wind blows in this region and snow falls in winter. When the tree is still young, it sways in the wind, snow falls on it and bends it a little to the ground, while the tree continues to grow and over time acquires an unusual curved shape. Snow presses the tree to the ground in winter, and in the spring the snow melts, the tree straightens and continues to grow, but already a little curved. This is the official version of this phenomenon.
Esotericists claim that birches become curved because powerful energy comes out from under the ground in the area of the Burabay Park, which twists young trees into spirals. There is also a legend about a sorceress who lived in a birch grove, people envied the power of the sorceress and once came to punish her for her power, when people entered the forest, the birches began to dance and wriggle and frightened the people and they no longer disturbed the sorceress. They say that since then the birches have remained curved.
How to get there and visit -
The Dancing Birch Grove is located in the Burabay National Park near the village of Borovoe, on the shore of Lake Auelikol (Borovoe), Burabay district, Akmola region, Republic of Kazakhstan.
GPS coordinates: 53°05'18"N 70°17'16"E
Legend -
On the shore of Lake Borovoe, where the moonlight mixes with the trembling surface of the water, there is a dancing birch grove, which nature itself created as an eternal reminder of the magic of the moment. These birches are not just trees, but a petrified dance, the last breath of a holiday transformed into eternity. Once upon a time, when the stars over Burabay burned brighter, and the air rang with laughter, the youth of the surrounding villages gathered in this clearing. Under the silver light of the full moon, real magical performances unfolded - dombras rang, snow-white dresses whirled in a dance, and the laughter of girls merged with the whisper of the night wind. And then one day something inexplicable happened. The Khan, tired of the weight of his power, decided to secretly join in the simple fun. Dressed as a simple horseman, he disappeared into the crowd, witnessing something truly magical. When the girls began to dance in a circle, their movements became so perfect that nature itself held its breath. Dresses fluttered like bird wings, bare feet touched the ground so lightly, as if weightless, and the air was filled with the aroma of steppe grasses and youth.
"Oh, beautiful peri!" the delighted khan could not help but exclaim.
And at that moment, time stopped. The ground beneath the dancers' feet suddenly became soft and pliable. White clothes began to harden, turning into birch bark. Waving ribbons became branches, and frightened faces became patterns on the bark. This is how this amazing grove appeared on the shore of the lake, where each birch has preserved the last movement of the dance:
- One bowed gracefully
- Another froze in the middle of a pirouette
- The third seems to be trying to reach the sky
- The fourth froze, hugging its friend
Today, centuries later, the grove continues to live its mysterious life. During the full moon, a quiet ringing can sometimes be heard here, like an echo of forgotten bells. Photos taken among these trees often turn out with inexplicable highlights and outlines. And if you come at dawn, you can see how the first rays of the sun get entangled in the branches, creating bizarre shadows that look like dancing figures. Local residents say that on special nights - when the moon is especially bright and the lake is absolutely calm - the birches seem to come to life. Their branches begin to sway slightly, although there is no wind, and a faint aroma fills the air, reminiscent of a mixture of steppe flowers and something elusive - perhaps the scent of long-gone youth?
The Birch Dancing Grove in Burabay is not just a natural monument. It is a living legend, a reminder that true beauty is eternal. That even after centuries, the dance can continue - just in a different form. And that sometimes magic is so strong that it can turn a moment into eternity.
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