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At the end of May took with themselves Grisha and went to Novy Urengoy. It is the city of gas workers on Far North. From station to Purpa to Novy Urengoy by train. Dipped the machine «Swallow» on a platform and «that-that». There sold out a batch of instruments and went to Moscow. Were overstocked with goods by dosimeters and to the Saratov region. Then to the Black Sea where two weeks stayed. In Dzhubke. The sea all the time was warm, sunny days. Were bought, on lit up. And here in the last day zashtormit and as then it was clarified water from below, not heated-up the sun, cold went. Were put in the sea, and water burns – ice. Degrees 5 Celsius, are no more. Quickly bathed and back. Nobody caught a cold. The next year decided to go all family, five together.

Something was re – read by me these lines. Strongly avariciously it turned out. And we stopped by in Volgograd on Mamayev Kurgan. The monument bewitches the huge sizes, grandeur. There was a battle which marked itself the beginning of fundamental change in the Great Patriotic War.

Among the other cities the Kalatch on Don was remembered. Here during war there was the hardest tank battle. Especially I want to mark a bakery in this city. The enterprise issues 80 names of bakery products. The fancy bread is shipped outward. For export. Here I put. Really Germans, French can’t bake rolls? Can. Yes here such as from the Kalatch on Don – No. And the director – the old man, thin such, and here is how was torn. By the way, I bought from us two dosimeters. We bathed in Don and went further to the south. noise, din. Little girls squeal. These are athletes – volleyball players relax. In the city of competition. It isn’t terrible. We to everything customary. Having wound – we sleep like the dead.

Road on Far North

Week of rest and we again in way. There is no time to relax now. Soon in the North snow will fall out, ice will begin, and there is a lot of monuments to the dead on the road… This time to the north Tyumen. To the cities of oil industry workers which are fallen in love to us. Here I already well am guided. Weather rainy, cold, Far North has an effect, «white flies» – snow will depart soon. And in hotels there is no heating, there is no hot water. Promozglo. This trip was strongly remembered by that chilled, we at last reached that to the city of Noyabrsk where became populated in a small cottage in hotel complex. Heating, hot water. Got warm, washed. Color television receiver. Beauty. At night lingeringly cooling howls. No, it doesn’t irritate, and on the contrary, soothingly affects nervous system. And what nerves. I feel as the biorobot. In a year we pass on 80000 kilometers. Nerves already zadubet, became tempered.