Coordinates: 44°44′56″N 33°50′51″E / 44.74889°N 33.84750°E / 44.74889; 33.84750
Eski Yurt (Crimean Tatar: Eski Yurt, Ukrainian: Ескі-Юрт, Russian: Эски-Юрт) — a historical settlement in South West Crimea, presently a historical quarter in the western part of Bakhchisaray. Its name derives from the Crimean Tatar language terms for "old settlement" or "old headquarter" and "felt tent".
In the times of the Golden Horde Eski Yurt was a large, possibly urban settlement lying on an ancient trade route connecting the seaports of Chersonesos and Calamita with the interiors of the Crimean Peninsula. The large size of the settlement may be proved by the size of its main cemetery Qırq Azizler (14th-15th centuries; now completely destroyed) which was the oldest and the largest one of all Muslim cemeteries known in the western half of the Crimea. Eski Yurt retained its significance after the rise of the Crimean Khanate, which achieved independence from the Golden Horde in 1441. Along with a fortified mountain stronghold named Qırq Yer and laying a mile to the east Eski Yurt might be used as the main residence of the first Crimean khans after they moved their court from Solhat town in the eastern part of the Crimean Peninsula to the South West, where Eski Yurt is situated. Eventually, after the new Crimean capital Bakhchisaray had been founded in 1532, Eski Yurt lost its economic and administrative status (and apparently received its later name of "Old Settlement"; the original name remains unknown). Nevertheless, up to the beginning of the 20th century Eski Yurt was still considered by the Crimean Tatars as one of the most important Muslim religious centers in the Crimea due to the sanctuary of Malik Ashtar which existed there.
Nameless land of streams strike me with
The glance of heart
It must exist on the edge of our memories
Misguided in our fives we approach the
Valley of shadows not looking behind
The passing clouds refler what I'm feeling
There's a flowing stream in my heart
It's stream of my conscience
I'm lost in my life.
I'm lost in the land of streams
A transparent spirit moved in the forset
Of my unlimited feelings
Severing like an advent flame
Like a drop of water
I'm flowing down the eyes of my soul
The world of colours foresight and
Anxiety is sinking
Time of belief and hope is ending
Only love is joined like two streams
And we are looking on your direction
And we don't see anything
Our heart trembles and the prayer
Cries For full happines
Time of belief and hope is ending
Only love is joining like two streams