Taras and We

Written by Шуклинова Анастасия из Харькова the Response about round " Water and Stones " on July, 27th - on August, 1st 2008
« We creep … », « Have come crawling. Are meanwhile alive », « Today ate a porridge with mushrooms », « And at night to us read Alisu in the World behind the looking-glass », « Has forgotten things in an another's backpack … » - is not present, it I have not gone mad in mountains, it really response about a hike, in the form of mine SMS on "continent". And in fact so all both was - and crept, and mushrooms (normal mushrooms:), and magic Carroll's reading for the night.

Bird who shouts.

Nearly has not forgotten about a bittern, went home and thought: by all means it is necessary to write about a bittern - totemnuju a bird of our group, a bird who terribly shouts and, according to neochevidtsev, it should be similar to the rate (yes normal there were mushrooms!!). But I am afraid, distinctly to explain to what here it(she), I can not. So I shall write about another. All of 10 % of the discount, and the story about a birdy hardly zachtetsja (whisper: I about it(her) already, seem all I know and even a scarecrow in a museum of any nature saw - with the rate very little the general(common) :). In general - I about another. Because about a bittern nobody asked me. And that, just in case, - I can, yes:) I Am silent-be silent.. That is I write-write, if it still reads someone -directly about a hike.

Under a rain.

During gathering associates looked at me, to put it mildly.. gmm.. Well we shall tell so - simply looked. As on a miracle of the nature … or misunderstanding. « In mountains? One? Not clearly with whom? A nightmare. And as you will bear(carry) this backpack, it(he) is more than you. And in general - what it is rest … » It they yet did not know, that Simferopol will meet me a rain. The grey sky (which I generally very much love), apparently, has decided to look, as we in such conditions shall get into mountains., to tell the truth, too it was interesting to me - as … As I have not bought(purchased) a miracle-пончо for myself and a backpack, and have taken simply a raincoat - dense, but nevertheless quite usual.

While my imagination generously threw pictures of the got wet things, the group on the sly gathered. Instructor Taras has appeared is similar to the photo sent on a mail (that pleased since at me basically very bad memory on persons(faces)). And in group it has appeared only two boys. And eight girls, yes. So a phrase from a site « we try tent and meal to not give girls », somehow has quickly faded and has lost the urgency. However, in the first day from tent it was possible to me otkrestitsja, it(she) simply has not got into a backpack.

Ishachka - you will not tell more precisely.

After distribution of elephants, in sense of products (no, elephants as have shown the further events!) backpacks potjazheleli, but people kept bodrjakom, and the rain has passed in pleasant hardly a drizzling condition. A trolley bus, Perevalnoe, refuelling vodichkoj. And - forward. It is necessary to put, probably, Further many points and to pass by other day. Or at the worst taki to tell about a bittern. Because the ways first some(a little bit) hours all (would be desirable to throw a backpack, a backpack first of all). Creeping on bottom plateau chatyr-сбъб (only bottom …), I at all did not understand, that I here do(make) and where there was my brain when I got involved in all it. And ahead the prospect to bear(carry) tent … still(even) loomed.

the Rain has renewed, a dirt predstala in all beauty, dyhalka has submitted to resignation. (as it was then found out, not only at me). Taras worked on contrast: zhivenko collected travki for tea, encouraged lagging behind and extolled weather - to a heat on ishachke to go much worse. Personally I sufficed only on to surprisingly exact name of a track - ishachka … Well and to remember, krossovki what firm the one who goes ahead carries. By the way, about firms: my usual raincoat has consulted with the problem(task) and nothing has become wet.

The award for the shown heroism to us became parking near the Marble cave. And a keyword here not a cave (I not the cave explorer and except for how "beautifully estimate(appreciate) it(her) cannot), namely parking. It kajf - to break camp. No, all over again to dump(reset) a backpack, to fall … To realize, what to go it is not necessary any more. Under a sensitive management(manual) of the instructor (wished to write « easy(light) movement of a hand », but I shall not say lies, it began not at once) to put lungs tent.

And then, after excursion on a cave to sit down at a fire and to receive the bowl of a porridge. For those who worries - portions greater(big) and feed it is tasty (a porridge with meat, tea - with travkami, pechenki are applied) - at least, Taras us fed it is tasty. Also prepared independently, that me has inexpressibly pleased, as I in a condition to spoil any products. Morning kashki is in general something. I have opened for myself pshenku and even have fallen in love with it(her) - gallantly, Taras, I speak was not present, diko I shout, as a bittern, I from the belltower not able to prepare. :))))

Besides worked, probably, and a marching syndrome - eating of all of it(this) at a fire in the good company. I do not know, whether to us so has carried with each other, whether it is valid, bad people do not go to mountains. Behind fires, it is remembered, and conversations about a bittern, become by tradition have gone(send), and someone has told, that it(she) shouts, and someone has solved, that is similar to the rate. Its(her) occurrences in someone's tent we subsequently waited every evening. Have in passing found out, that the person working on radio, - very valuable person in a hike, the book for the night can esteem. To fall asleep thus - lovely business. But, apparently, « Alisa... » Was all the same not in the first evening …

On road with clouds.

the Second day, too cloudy (and we have estimated(appreciated) it) has been devoted basically to top plateau chatyr-сбъб (to reach, rise, go down). The tent has been transferred(transmitted) to me (have guessed to adhere to a backpack), so with me and has remained up to the end of a hike, and I have shifted a part of things in a neighbour's backpack. As they travelled across Crimea and as I caught them on road service stations is a separate history.

Top plateau chatyr-сбъб like too would be given hardly, but, to tell the truth, I do not remember it(this). I remember only what to reach up to it is deceptive close top is a happiness, to fall in a bright grass and to stare at clouds - too. Directly distribution of happiness by the gross, in unlimited quantity(amount) per customer. You cost(stand) on mountain, just about you will fly up, you can not inhale this air in any way - well here you will tell, inexpressible sensations which I vainly try to transfer(transmit), knocking on the keyboard.

Probably, here from this place, from the top plateau, I have started to take pleasure in a hike: all you tear off a sight from krossovok ahead of going is more often, even you get the camera, suddenly understanding, that is around beautiful. The question of the first day « how many still to go? » It is replaced by sincere surprise « and what, already send(have come)? » Send(have come). In a beechen wood. It was one of the best parking, if not the best. Here now I almost after each paragraph would like is persuasive(persuasivly)-boring refrenom to write « thanks, Taras » … perhaps, I shall not be, a place I shall save, but keep in mind.

Sweet word sgushchenka, beautiful mountain Demerdzhi.

Next day it was promised to us at once two bonuses: a stall - all very much would like a stall - and "ozertso". The folklore idea has there and then given out a new route - « on stalls of Crimea ». But we were limited to one, and it(he) has quite satisfied us (very much it would be desirable sgushchenki that in the evening to make a pie and thus to rescue(save) the cookies crushed in a backpack, and sgushchenka, hurrah!, was). And here ozertso somehow has not especially impressed … Well let it pass.

Between a stall and the lake, two "basic" items(points), I have missed the main thing - Де-measures-джи. Now it is my favourite mountain. By then I, probably, already was absolutely involved, no difficulties at descent(release)-rise existing, one positive emotions. And from Northern Demerdzhi, which we have passed(have taken place) a beam (and then with a clever kind repeated this word), and, certainly, from a beauty Southern. There we already climbed up without backpacks. The blessing (for me) the part to people has got tired and has remained in camp, with things. Yes if and backpacks it was necessary to drag, would cost all the same … (on this place should be a photo, much, because words I cannot, well and thanks, Taras, certainly).

Losses in our lines.

Day the fourth was little bit sad, us became on one person less. It would not be desirable about sad, but happens and so: the person went-went, and it is hard to it(him) (it(her)) was given, and here is already passed(taken already place) more half though and with words « it is my first and last hike », but nevertheless is passed(taken place) … and then - whether a stretching, whether still that with a leg(foot). In general, it is unpleasant. So up to the end of a hike also it was felt, that someone does not suffice in our already rallied collective.

About falls Dzhur-джур intentionally to write I shall not be much, or at all I shall not be, and that I shall write any muck. Well I do not love it(him). Beautiful, yes, but to people - you will not force the way, it is noisy, fussy, excursion at excursion (the citation from one guide: « the Deer is such animal, with marvellous horns » who could think:) In baths too the notice. We were expiated in that which has appeared is least filled by people. There was it as it was then found out, a bath of love that all and I wish (not a bath, certainly, and love:)

On a bloody track.

For the fifth day the instructor, probably, has solved, that we painfully have relaxed, and all at us is too good, and we stay in a condition when it would be desirable to tell « eat a lemon ». But as we have already eaten lemons, it(he) has arranged to us test with " a bloody track » - in shorts and T-shorts through thrickets of a prickly bush (for some reason has not warned what well to change clothes). As a result of a hand-leg(-foot) - mum dear(expensive) … Karematy - at whom from above - in pieces.

Having got out of thrickets, from someone's easy(light) hand have christened a track bloody and on a halt have combined a legend about a black conductor which is rubred in trust, and then drives bloody tracks. posmejalis, and anybody like on Tarasa not in insult, is mountains, the nature, well here such obstacle - have a good time (when I it told houses, nobody trusted, that the hike has liked me …)

Further there were other entertainments. The instructor has made happy us with the information, that on lake where we, actually, went, there will be no fire wood, and they should be collected on a way. In general, we dragged fire wood, on enough inconvenient road, and still periodically it was necessary to be pressed in a roadside to pass(miss) machines(cars) (I already and did not tell it). Something was similar to a computer toy when all over again simply you go, then you should collect any pieces, then - to turn aside from persecutors. In a toy we have passed(have taken place) all levels, and we were waited with a prize - the lake to us has very much attracted (after it(him) and exhausting not especially it would be desirable).

It there was a unique parking not in a wood, unique night when it was possible to see stars. However, send(have come) we not in the evening, still had time to be bought. A supper under the star sky, a ladle, in my opinion, all the same the Big she-bear, hanging directly above Karabi, last evening at a fire - I write also to myself I envy. A leaflet with contacts, plans for the future - in following year by all means again we shall gather and we shall go to other hike, only it is obligatory - with Taras …

In the morning - not planned by the marching menu of coffee (while we slept(burn), our careful conductor as it is usual, has boiled water and was accepted to preparation of a breakfast). It is A little more lake, still it is a lot of photos why so quickly all has flown by - not clearly, and it is time to go in Fishing, to a civilization. Well, in general, and all. Clothes which have hopelessly become permeated with the smell a smoke any time still will store(keep) memoirs on a sit-round gathering at a fire. SMS-ки (the hand does not rise them to remove) and photos will confirm, that it all the same was. With all us. Thanks, Taras, our best guide. All greetings, guys :)
Nastja. Kharkov