On the nature!
On the nature!
Hardly will glance in a window the sun and the alarm clock will ring out, forcing
Us to put on on job, the thought on the deserved comes to a head
Rest. Has carried that who is delayed in the summer somewhere at ocean.
To us, the mere mortal, it appears, that further native Rowing
The channel to get out during this season it is not fated.
Lie! On all Nizhniy Novgorod area the set is scattered
"Natural pearls" (so it is written in the guidebook) and to reach to
Them it is completely not difficult. All business in on what you to go
Be going to. To be defined in a choice, the only thing,
That is required, is a determination. We here have dared to go a choice,
The only thing that is required, is a determination. We here have dared
To go on area on... Bicycles.
Route for two days have chosen small, all the same to have a rest we go,
- 280 kilometres. A movement direction - on the north, in a city
Intolerable heat has bothered, and highway in northern part of area
Equal, without hills. So, three persons plus three bicycles,
Inseparably linked with each other.
The first inconvenience of such communication was showed even at departure: one
From us finished the "Friday" working day only at 17 o'clock.
Here, by the way, and the answer to a question why we have left a city in
Six o'clock in the evening.
From equipment on our luggage carriers have settled down tent, at
The leader and closing - portable radio sets. Have not forgotten, of course, and products.
Departure. Short warm-up on a city, and here already spokes serebrjatsja
On a country open space. After Balakhna each stone sensitively
It is felt through rigid sports tyre covers, and for some reason
The hackneyed domestic proverb about roads is recollected and
Fools. The well-known way to Zavolzhja is passable "on hurrah" -
In total for one and a half hour, at all not feeling weariness.
Dam. Being in traditional repair, plotinnaja road
Absorbed an automobile stream only in "a unilateral order",
But with a traffic light. Having waited the of "green street" and having outstripped
All motor transport (mobility - the motto of bicyclists), we on
To hill-climbing gear it started to overcome lifting easily.
... The Feelings overwhelming the bicyclist, when the chain which has been thrown off with
zubchatki the switch, tears spokes, are really inexpressible.
Lovely friends get away forward, I with the jammed wheel, having lifted
Bicycle over a head (a path very narrow), I pass by myself
Growling stream. Different thoughts climb in a head about courtesy
Drivers, and, as if having read them, floating a "ten" number
Graciously passes me to technological rupture, tiny
To the bridge over a dam. Thanks you, the colleague!
The wheel, apparently, has jammed tightly, what here a campaign! Having waited,
When the automobile stream on the one hand has stopped, I
pripustil behind last car with a bicycle on shoulders, perhaps
I will be in time to a counter stream. On the following bridge companions wait.
Sad persons and the eyes taken aside:
And knew, to anybody in a head will not come to blame for failure
The import switch from Point. But also the owner here, believe,
At what!
Repair. Having got from bag bowels wonderful keys necessary for job,
We begin show "ideally equal wheel without eight spokes".
Is more tremendous: after pjatnadtsatiminutnoj fuss and sorcery with keys
The wheel does not touch any feather, and it is possible, though and is timid,
To move further. Having strayed it is a little in search of road on Kovernino
And having looked at hours, we decide to arrange a small halt, the blessing as
Time the autocafe has turned up. The kind girl in a generosity attack
Has literally imposed us three plastic glasses, we from
Feelings of gratitude have got the same quantity enough
Awful by sight lemonade. That the most surprising, we have drunk it
Without the rest.
Night line. Easy a fog smoke as if the whitish dust has hung
Over road (near to highway small river), and, not noticing resistance,
Having released wheels, we fly on asphalt, as birds.
Wood in process of darkness approach is condensed, becoming all
More deafly. Romanticism, in a city of the such you will not see! Having driven the rural
Cemetery, I read ambiguous enough phrase on the bus
To stop: "Tsoy is live still". Local music fans so have inopportunely chosen
The place for an inscription, becomes horrible, and arrows of hours already
Come nearer to ten. Having left for Kovernino, we accept
"A contrast shower": highway, having come nearer closely to Uzole,
Repeats contours of its coast with all lowlands and flood gullies, where
Terribly cold fog lays, on vzgorochkah accumulates
Warm air - tremendous impression.
All sky as if automobile moulding, has distinctly surrounded
The Milky Way. It is visible each asterisk, and the attention, that is required
Not to fly on road to any pothole. Fur-trees closely
Have surrounded road, "shossejku" it is not so visible, and feet something
priustali.
Camp. In ears there are spells of the announcer of radio about an interdiction on
Visiting of woods, therefore, with forced indifference driving away mosquitoes,
We decide to arrange camp directly on abrupt coast Uzoly.
Having prepared for itself "cabin" and having welded in a kettle the well-known
The "Chinese" vermicelli, it is possible to start meal. Production of China,
Absolutely insipid and at first sight more similar on
polistirolnye sawdust, disappears with terrifying speed. To a course go
Canned food, sgushchenka and tea. All! Results of day sleepy voices
We bring at a fire and, having bathed in the night river (here it
Sensation!), we go to bed.
Dawn. One of companions after numerous, but fruitless
Attempts us to wake pribegnul to a disgraceful method - has opened
Tent shutters. It was waited also by a horde of mosquitoes.
Treachery is punishable, and the most awful curses have fallen
On a head of it Efialta, however we have already woken up, to roll
Further there was no sense. Having combined tent and provisions, we move in
Way, till a breakfast of 40 more kilometres.
Quickly having had a bite in one of settlements and having asked on the further
To road, with indignation we find out, that the map unscrupulously says lies.
Certainly, it is made by results of check in 1986,
But... That thirty kilometres on a sandy first coat instead of
"Roads with an advanced covering", and in such heat? Largely
"Has carried".
The test for survival rate. Right after departure from village under merciless
The scorching sun have driven in a pine pine forest. I do not know, whether planted
There gadflies specially, however to such herds in the nature it is certain
Places are not present. Fairly popotev and having passed on foot (on sand a bicycle
Persistently did not wish to go) kilometres five, we to a hardship have got used and
Even have sung a song.
Having thrown off shirts and velosipedki, we continue to sunbathe in swimming trunks;
Through pine needles the sun fries not so strongly, and sunburn on
Backs the sun deck has turned out very soft, it to you not! Vigorously
Having walked-having passed with halfway, have got out to village Ryzhkovo, near to
Source Kerzhentsa. What silence! Pines motionlessly sweated pitch under
The scorching sun, and clouds, appear, for ever vlipli in the heavenly
The arch.
We have resolutely broken this idyll by a scratch of a well-crane with
tjazhelennoj a wooden tub for water. It is cool! "Having supported"
Tasty voditsej and it is a lot of having admired northern architecture,
devstvenno saved in these edges, we move further, again in
Wood.
Anyway, after two hours we is valorous
Have overcome a soil blank in an asphalt artery of our way.
Has found us in road and a warm mushroom rain. We as were, in
Swimming trunks, with its pleasure "proshlepali" barefoot on pools - where still
You will type so much pleasure?.
After a rain each puddle on asphalt was as a hot bath,
To go on them - pleasure.
The campaign has successfully ended in village of our companion, where as
Time his parents stayed. Having disassembled bicycles, were once again convinced
In their mobility: all three have gone in in a luggage carrier of one "Volga".
... The Radio tape recorder and leather salon is, of course, the magnificent ending.
However the mushroom rain on highway is recollected till now.
Ivan TROFIMOV.
//* an information Source: п п я п?п +п п я п? (Nizhegorod. TPD), 26.08.99
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