SNOW virgin

Not far from the city of mined rock phosphate and gypsum. The first kilometers were observed with great difficulty. It is unusual to feel heavier than "a third of its weight. In front of me crawling, kept landing, a huge backpack, it was crowned our "billy" - dvenadtsatilitrovoe bucket, sweatshirt and boots. It moved Vic. To her we entrust our health. First suggested as a nurse to elect Ed. He sported Latin proverbs. But it turned out that Ed vyzubril them from the "Concise Dictionary of Foreign Words" and confuses the purpose of the blizzard, and aspirin. Vika still a woman's heart, only one in our group. The first descent we learned something. It was found that to be able to fall - a great art. Fall to one side, worse on his back. Then you need to rent a backpack, or do not go up. Sometimes you have to fall on sharp curves and slopes. The first in this convinced Sasha. Because of his broken skis stopped in the village Gremyachy. Soon a small stove fire splashed school. The next day popiskivali ski, travel around the car is expensive. Often had to turn off the sidelines, passing roaring timber trucks loaded with pine whips. So until dry Athi. In the village - forty houses and a shop on the river - a cave. She reaches down very deep. In its twelve halls, maybe more - deeper into the seventh one did not descend. On the twelfth heard from "old people". To "old people" is the most popular link among local residents. Especially when it comes to something unusual. It turned out, the cave was designed without a hint of comfort: the entrance to descend the narrow crevice. About fifteen feet to crawl on his stomach. The first hall is enormous. Inside the failures of the corridors. Everywhere ice candelabra and chandeliers. Tulips blossom ice. Heat. But sex is not a parquet - sticky clay. The walls were oozing water. The corridors - mud up to their ankles. Down on the third hall, we did not dare - there is too deep layer of mud. From Dry Ati on Serpievku straight roads did not exist. It began in Kazimasha, and before him only Letnik. Decided to sneak on the compass and the scheme sketched forester. On our pyatikilometrovke not indicated any village Kazimash or pass Baskakov front of her. They walked slowly. The first ripped open, sinking to his knees, virgin snow. How beautiful it is - run ski runs! Pave the way people! Everyone wants to get away for a moment with a thousand paths of their ancestors. Happy is the only one who will give the people of microscopic particles of their own. The meaning of life - to lay the trail. On the ground, in the minds, in the heart. Give the man a new melody to open a neutron, to write "War and Peace" - is not laying a new trail? It is very difficult - torit ski. Changed in ten minutes. By the tenth minute of sweat filled the eyes, bent his knees. But went on vacation to rear reluctantly. Half-day climbing on Baskakov. The pass seemed to be attracted to the sky. Every hour of Andrew, head of the group, shouted: "Fifteen minutes on the spot!" Backpacks with lowered shoulders, sat on them. Jura-steward raised the number of calories assault portion of sugar. Tired to tremble at the knees. But when Ed the extra three minutes, led the ski runs, the commander has overtaken him and sighed sarcastically: Do you think, stronger than the other? We namby-pamby, but you're a hero! Ed blushed silently skipped all. To pass in that day and did not rise. Dusk - skis had to be removed. Pitched camp. Bucket dug a hole to the ground. Bonfire on the snow can not - fail and go out. Between huge pine trees stretched the tents ... In the morning went on. Over the pass lies a wonderful country. No vetrinki, no sound, no smoke, as if we were alone on the planet. Only a rabbit trail. The smell of oil and frost. Ate on top of the head wrapped in a fluffy white blankets. The birches hanging diamond earrings, flashing bright lights in the sun. After a heavy ten miles of virgin snow shouted "Hurrah!" Among the mountains, bald patches of forest sites, kurilis desired haze Kazimasha.