On Monday we made his long-awaited next pilgrimage in Chimghan. It's a holiday that always be with me! As soon as we got there, my soul just left my mortal body and happily worn over the surrounding area (it's a bit distorted beautiful verse from the Bible, The first book of Moses, Genesis, Chapter 1, paragraph 2).
And only in the evening she reluctantly returned to his ailing shell. Once again, I forgot that I have a disability and pensioner. And instead prudent to extend and thereby secure a path, the path alternates, go where the young and elastic. Had to climb on all fours. Cling to your bare hands for saving spines. In short, lost a lot of time and effort. And here is a terribly slippery last year's snow.
In fact, very surprising, as of July Tashkent heat just half an hour away by car you find yourself in a climate where around the snow and without wool cardigans feel very uncomfortable. Over the last year it was my fourth attempt to master the way to the big mountain. But it seems that I've reached my limit. And to go further, it is necessary to call in Nepal, and to recruit a team of Sherpas. Or wait for the miracles that have been known to not happen. The other day, a thick beautifully directed by Solovyov told about one famous actor, who in his later years was completely blind. And sympathetic questions answered, "You know what this happiness do not see what you do not want to see! " I'm up to this perfection is not yet live, and more and want to see and hear, and taste and even feel.
Well, the celebration ended with a kebab in a lousy roadside cafe and traditional beer knockdown that made people nervous hangover the next morning, as the vodka. That's all. I'm finished. You can be jealous of, swallow salivating and wipe his tears. And, as ancient Roman language media,