In mid-December I had for a trip to Yakutsk. Generally I ugorazdilo born on this vechnopromerzshey land where the winter is not visible light, and the summer sun all night does not sleep. As it is sung in one song - "The Chukchi in the tent waiting for the dawn, and dawn comes in the summer." Grown and finished school I was in Magadan. Then the business has brought me home, and somehow everything was delayed.
twelve years ago to leave the Yakutsk already matured and overripe, but ... Love, wedding ... then the reverse process.
Three years ago I went to winter in Dagestan to a friend. Then, and decided that any more winter in such close proximity to the pole of cold nothing would induce me to undertake.
in Blagoveshchensk in the evening I sat on the train, and at midnight the next day came out of the station City Neryungri. To Yakutsk remained little more than eight miles away, and they had to drive a taxi - piece of metal to Yakutsk has not lasted.
this track I passed many times, but always behind the wheel. I ran in memory of the story relative of Blagoveshchensk, who five years ago came to me in Yakutsk. There he flew on a plane and go home the same way as I had to - take a taxi to Nerungri, and further by train. Here is his story: "I am the driver himself, see that slippery road glitters, and this drives a steward, that the mountain that the mountain. Watch the road scary eyes closed - even worse. So happy was that arrived alive. So that ever again ... »
I got into a taxi at night, except for the lighted lamps plot trails can not see anything, could only doze. They arrived quickly enough, for thirteen hours, with stops at roadside cafes. Here, the distance a little like the west, between the nearest towns can be hundreds of kilometers or more. And God forbid the driver to break down on the highway in the winter cold.
-50. It's not Christmas discounts. This is a normal winter temperatures in Yakutsk. At -45 schoolchildren do not go to school at -50 exempt from classes all students. This is called "color, it days". When cold, close to forty, the city is covered in mist, and the colder the thick fog. This is in addition to the fact that the night mist diverges only eleven hours, and at four o'clock already dark. Now, people manage to pass the winter, and it is essentially half a year, in light boots or shoes, jacket and hat. Many of the windows in the warm garages are cars, buses are riding a race, going off at a few pieces. This before, when there was no private owners, the people stood at bus stops for an hour, happened, and frostbite for something.
After running for ten days in Yakutsk (I do not like buses), I met with everyone who planned, running the program, bye until the end of March and the morning got into a taxi. The street was under -50, dense fog, but before the train was a good time to spare. When We drove about four miles and went to Tommot asphalt, the driver did not even added speed. Then I stole a suspicion that my visit in Neryungri to train departure under threat. And the train goes through the day. From experience I know leaving a good way to always be accelerated, except when tired and sleepy. When there were one hundred and fifty miles, I have wanted to swap places with the driver. It is clear that dense fog keeps in constant tension and it does not add vivacity. He obviously fell asleep, but the place did not want to concede. It was about two in the morning, and five train. Not to say that especially nervous, the car also went to Blagoveshchensk, but I have quickly come in coupe and straighten up on the shelf. On the train I still have time. And then a railway station in Blagoveshchensk. And there was New Year in the countryside with relatives. but fits the end of March, I poglazhu his friend on the steering wheel, satiated him under eyeballs 98-m gasoline and done this way so, how I love to do it.
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