Key #01 30 мая 2003

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Memoirs - Braga in trekovski or abnormal ear.

        It was in the year 2001, in the summer, we went
somehow break out of the city. Everything was happening "on the
pervosti spontaneously and unknowingly, but the case
This, thanks to a lot of impressions, deeply sunk
my soul. I share ...


               Braga in trekovski,

                       or

                 abnormal ear.


        Escape on a fishing trip like from the very beginning
summer, but somehow it did not work: it
simply not doedem to the place, the rod
forget, and sometimes they do not take. And how many
be on a fishing trip? Pour drink yes.


        And then, once we decided to do with the driver on
his driving diesel pickup truck, Nissan Atlas "
(Then there's a car that wanted to try to
off-road) still pull off somewhere to
north-west of the city. To seriously
zarybachitsya. Benefit to this one my colleague
work told me about one place - the network
artificial lakes in the old gold mine.
They say there is no gold, but there are carp, chebak,
pike, perch. Explained, driving directions, I
approximately stuck where it is. The village is called
Palniki, not far from our city ...


        And we rushed in Palniki, hapnuv yet to
Reliability bratelnika my cousin from
E-burg. And prepare for this trip, it is necessary
say - thoroughly. Two fishing rods taken, two blankets
pieces (so that at night to sleep on anything, and under what 
it was) ingredients for the soup and a can of corned beef. At 
Drivers on the court more firewood hapnuli (pardon the pun) -

and how the forest will not. Well Che you want all the same
normal ekstremalschiki with this here "durizma"
started ... Along the way, as expected, Zatar
zhrachkoy and beer - as well without it. No
shops run hither, have managed twice to peasant
found that we were advised to go there. More
What about the roads are punched (before then drove our
the essence of a whole and reached where specifically to go like
how).


        The road lay through the villages: Bilimbai,
Repairs. Well, there it was all okay. Little
shake: hrenovenkomu on the highway, drive up to the
Palnikam, called at them and look for exit, leading to
those same lakes. And from that moment began
own adventure ...


        -So where is this crappy departure? - I like
navigator was busy with the cards. - Wow! Where are we
stopped?


        Wheels zashlepali of crap, and our gaze
had the typical peasant MTS
(MTS). There have been several
dilapidated barns, brick building and a bunch of
parked helter-skelter of tractors and machinery. And what
the most interesting - not a single human soul.
Same road, which supposedly should be the most
departure, went to the station at a particular
deadlock.


        A, Duc here is exactly on a map it all here
there. Vaughn, you see - houses.

        -Exactly. - The driver agreed. - Come-ka
in the opposite direction, people have asked where these
lakes.


        Expanding the "Nissan", he went outside, where
were private homes. First we met small
boys - Caudle pieces 7.


        -Guys, where is your lakes? - I asked.

        -What are the lakes? - The boys looked askance at
card, which I held in my hands. Our view they are clearly
pinned. "Well, come to town simpletons, yes
yet on the map "- it's probably they were thinking in
moment.

        -Those lakes, the guys that used to dredge
stood.

        A ... So it was you had a Taraskovo
go! Give a cigarette!


        Treat youth poison, I thought.
Did not understand anything! After a brief skirmish with the
Driver (he apparently realized that the idea will not leave
- To the imaginary forest lakes was primed, and then
recent rains go on it - the risk of health (our
Nissan truck though, but rear-wheel drive, and even
and practically in the unloaded state - stuck
a lovely soul)), they decided to meet someone else
from local and ask about this matter.


        Look, yeah - there is kaldyr with a woman.
Drove up to the man, asked the same question. After
brief conversation on the theme "Let your rattletrap there
no dick is not will pass, "and this guy bummed
cigarette (apparently, they have there in the village custom
a - a guest shot whitefish). Advised us,
if we so much want to come off in nature, go to
Sparrows. I looked at the map. Eprst! Trudnoproezzhy
site. Yes, and these "Sparrow" is nothing like
tract! Not a village, not farm, but the tract! Cool ...
But not with our wheels. And there is no river too. After
attempts to force the track, it was decided not
subverted. The driver somehow reversed,
stalled in the mud and leaned back.


        -Damn, these sparrows - not the pampas and especially
no more pickles. This is kosyachnee.


        Thus, in our everyday life and became a word.
Meant it dull, wild place, where to call
You can only KrAZ and only creepy ukurke. From
sparrows are usually not refundable.


        On the road from Palnikov pondered where
go. It was decided to go on the track - a village on the
River Chusovoi. There is a staircase to the river and its
time there was a good driver to go fishing.


        Before the tracks are not traveled without incident. In
one location map lied - drove into the heater when
had her drive. Drove like a map, there
should exit at Lower Village (behind him and goes
Track), but reached a dead end. Again, the freaking
Sparrows! Barely able to go left (turn
was virtually nowhere, and back to our rattletrap on
steep hill could not be taken away). Became caught in
Kamenka locals. Interviewed a group of three -
all were summer residents, and knew nothing about. And then bam 
- going guy with a girl. Look like rappers. Well

this is something stopudov gardeners! A horseradish. Were
local. Yes, and sensibly explained as
get to the tracks.


        To the destination reached without
adventures. Braked on the beach, right at the very
water. Before it crossed the two and a hefty
glubochennye puddle, wondering stuck - do not get stuck?
There, in that village, which is interesting - on one side
themselves at home and on the other - the same way toward her. 
On that the people of their cars and leave. And across the 
river - suspension bridge. Through it on foot. What is the most

interesting - the cars are unattended (you would
seen, as we have with the driver's eyes lit up) and
no one who does not steal.


        We arrived there, when it is already twilight
begun. Meanwhile, the fish bite stops -
sleeping bear.


        The driver threw his rod, and I'm spinning. All
even aggravated by the fact that beer is bought, and about
the bait completely forgot ... We had to catch the bread.
Fish, infection (mostly - schekliya (bleak
in our opinion)), pulled, but not overreach and eat
nozzle. Became dark - the float to be seen.
Bratelnik let's highlight a lantern. Well, fish is
not a fool - from the light began to shy and did.


        During our attempts to catch anything
Some guy on the other side (apparently in great snipe
Drunk) swung right and called the battle of his neighbor.
Neighbor, it naturally sent three letters. Muzhik
also shouted: "Come, son of a bitch right now, I will kill!" AND
still a young biker drove to the shore.
Flew into the water, motor, and then it stalled.


        On spinning, too did not take. Driver flunked
willow tree - on the wood, until I threw unsuccessfully tackle,
trying different jig. Then he spat on the case and
went to our car park.


        Lit kosterok, printed beer. And under
dried vobla! Kaif. Conversations went ...


        Yes, folks, it's cool! In the headlights "Nissan"
shining shallows. It sparkle silver
sparks fry. Around the silence, only
Logs crackling in the fire. Everything here is overgrown
willow shrubs. Sparrows stopudovo! On the River
something splashing about - certainly chub walks. Beer
dried fish jerky. The sky cleared (prior to our arrival
there was rain) - it burns the stars. Not like
in the city - there are many more. Visible Milky Way and
those constellations, which with the city and not see them 
normally. And let us with bratelnikom their race to find.



        The driver looked-looked at is our
competition, nothing could not understand ...


        Beautiful August night. Mosquitoes fly;
but does not bite for some reason. Finishing his beer, having 
finished something of the products were already gathered for 
the night. Met and I finally spininganut.



        And then we hear the approaching roar
engine. See the lights from the road. Someone
to us is going to visit. Leaves such a pancake,
hefty 131-th zilok and unceremoniously drives
past our Nissan. Enters the water, and - at the
shore. We stand bewildered.


        -Patsiki, Duc on the same road we stood up.
Here - Broad ...


        Well, the sparrows, their mother! What is there to fish
except the little things-scheklii? ..


        Went to sleep. Bratelnik including driver
penoplenovyh rugs and blankets - in the back, under the
open air, but I - in the cockpit. Oh, and there are closely
was sleeping with my then-growing. The legs do not stretch -
and lain, twisted three of perdition!


        Then at night when sleeping, the ZIL three times
More on this place here and there went.


        At first I woke up the morning. Found that
Match over. Well prepared, damn it!
Recalled the words Batey before our departure: "I
In fact, to fishing for a week getting ready ... "And we
As always - all spontaneous. The idea to head off vdarila -
realized it and left.


        Retreated from their sleep and drivers bratelnikom.
The driver went fishing, we also tried with his brother
a fire (in the pocket of a pair of naryl
matches). No effect - for all night in the fog
gotten damp. Decided hawala stew, purchased
recently in a store. Opened its ... E-me! One soy!
Began to eat. Ate in two half-banks. In the stomach was
strangely. In bratelnika too. More than this
"Stew" We did not eat.


        Suddenly we heard a cry of joy from the bushes
Driver. Yes! Scheklyuyka! Small, but still. For
followed by a second, then third.


        -Well, at least not for nothing Congress! - I said
bratelniku. - Let's go to the bridge, there
in spininguem.


        Nissan, though the cargo, but the body on top
not covered. Frame it chipped tin only laterally,
Although it is like a van. Shut it (driver in the
bushes - will see if someone there climb) and
went to the bridge. And from the bridge to our view
seemed fascinating spectacle: the waters
Chusovoi swimming chub. Openly so without fear that
being watched. And very nehily size.


        E-me! Then fish it is normal! Duc
is young, and bast something right now, under the shore in the 
grass sit! Damn, it was necessary to have Batey ask how chub

take ...


        Spinning off the bridge nothing. Returned
back. And then we found very interesting - in
during our absence someone climbed into the truck.
Left traces in the dust-covered castle and back
board.


        -I heard that tin rattled, but I thought -
are you there climbs ... - Said the driver.


        The driver then remembered that the track has a cottage
his friends. We decided blown up there -
shoot salt to soup, matches, bark and onions. Yes
and grab the worm.


        Got there okay. Not immediately, but
found this house. The owners met us, and among them
It was an old korefan Drivers - Pasha. He had learned,
that we have come here to fish, just zagonoshilsya.
We had all the jewels of the above
ingredients. Then he says:


        -In short, guys, let's go, right now, Braga
take!


        Sat on a motorcycle Ural with a sidecar. AND
started! Racing on the "Ural" in rural mud
Road (Driver legs flew into the water when
crossed the puddle) at a speed under 60 - it's just
gigaadrenalinovy ​​Extreme! Braked one
house. There partying local. Pasha approached
one and says:


        -Hey, student, here's see - the city
come to fish, let tsedi Braga!


        The student was purely kaldyrskaya erysipelas, but
guy he was normal. And he had Vidocq
cool: the bare-chested, wearing boots and sports
pants, trousers, all in repyah. Yesterday they kaldyrili and
seems not without jokes.


        Only students of something not wanted here at once
so give valuable drink of the gods. He gave a four-
break, but it quickly persuaded the Pasha. Draw some
they are two-liter bottle. Lord, how this liquid
You can drink? But having tried, I realized - Braga something 
that More! On the berries! Wheel! But today kaldyrit Th is not

wanted. Therefore, this Brahe later destined
have been forgotten in the bushes on a river.


        Then he traveled, took with them bratelnika.
That while we walked to Paschke, suddenly decided a little
on-ride on the pickup truck back and forth. Well
stalled ... But the three of us shook our
coach. Left it there already, where his village
transport hold. Paschke fed the remains of stewed meat.
He then took us to the normal in his opinion,
place. There we still nadergali scheklyuy and Pasha
pulled out of two normal chebachkov. He left us his
bait and went to his house.


        At this time, one man decided to cross the river
wade on his "Cornfield". Just at the point where we
stood. And what do you think? Butted right in the middle
River! Either engine sipped water, or horseradish
knows. But the plant "Niva" has stopped. Peasant
had to get out into the water. Mother and
the words "so I went there again!" he became
dig into the motor. Then again he tried to
start. Che sort of caught again and deaf.
A guy about 15 minutes, a poor, tormented, but in the end
machine was got, and he left the same to the bank.


        I bungled from all of our catch your ear.
Directly on the fire. Classroom turned Ushytsya! Immediately
her and Stoch. And they went to the Nissan - it's time
go home.


        The sun from the utregana shining brightly, it was
zharkovato. Village animals system "doodle"
ran along the road. We walked down the village street and
speculating about the next trip here. But so
to prepare properly - for a normal fish
(Take vodka, kebabs, bab;)). For the week, as
says.


        The story of this very
remarkable shodnyake anomalous zone
ends. Still, whatever you say - rest on the
Nature, in a matter of Sparrows - a thing rulnaya. AND
nevermind on mosquitoes and lack of civilization.