Alexey Vayamretyl is a samurai lying on clean water and his real Kamchat path.

And, Alexander Ugolev understood that no one could ever stop this very intense Kamchatka life, just like his current flight in space from Moscow to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky and all the way to these coastal Pacific Tilichiki, and he himself could not interrupt it now, since the plane had its own real commander. Today and now it can still be on the taxiway in Moscow, and it is only necessary for the super-powerful turbines to gain those stable ten thousand revolutions and the plane to enter the taxiway and then their constant afterburner, and the dispatcher gives permission to go to the runway, and tomorrow – it is already going down and afterburner again, but already braking of the same turbines, easily controlled by the pilot, and he is here on the peninsula in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, and there are now such native Tilichiki, there is his native home, there is his beloved wife Natalia.… Unfortunately, today he is not the commander in the cockpit of this A-310 aircraft, just as he is not the commander in our entire plane, and his Life, where the Lord God himself may be – Jesus Christ, and according to laws and signs known only to him, sets his governing commands for all of us, which our whole Life, like this plane, obediently carries them out, regardless of the opinion of this frail passenger of the liner of Life, or his desires, or even his special beliefs during his earthly life. Life is here in the Tilichiks themselves, rushing through it like the wing of a soaring seagull along these ascending air currents coming from the waves of the always restless Bering Sea… And again, there are memories in his head, and not only about Alexei Vayamretyl, but also about his sons Alexei and Vasily, his wife Natalia, his brother Ivan and his beloved grandchildren, just born Stepan and twelve-year-old Daniel … and even his thoughts about his ancestors: mother Euphrosyne, and brother Boris Grandmother Nadezhda, aunts Arina and Catherine, uncles Alexander and many, many whom he said goodbye to a long time ago, who left him long ago to conduct their conversation with him from there, from this silent divine far, far away…

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He has a

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spider

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When Denis Vayamretyl's real masculine strength and his special and unique personality began to awaken in his still young body here on Branveyama, he was already about fourteen years old, and his grandfather sent him to the village of Achayvayam to the reindeer herding unit for a summer training, to his friend and mentor Omruvye Ignatiy Pavlovich, so that he would teach over a long summer, It is not so simple for a boy to learn the local herding craft of a reindeer herder and to get to know his native such a fertile land better. They set off on foot with their grandfather on the road through the village of Khailino, but only to Dmitry's grandfather, and perhaps even to bears and wolverines, guided by narrow paths that had been trodden by someone before them. True, Dmitry's grandfather had a real nickname among his people, Wolverine, because with his tundra habits, a special way of life, and probably with his hairy appearance, he looked like this wise and lonely animal, always close to the king of animals, the bear, and at the same time, being away from him as if and at a certain distance, at a certain and safe distance, perhaps, collecting only after that all the remaining leftovers from his abundant red fish river table. When our Kamchatka umka bear hid his abundant summer prey in the tundra litter, so that it would get a light whiff in a day or two, our lone wolverine, the bear's "friend", would appear, attracted by that special aroma of food, and then a special free festive summer would come for her. a feast of real wolverine gluttony, since at that time the club-footed ruler of the local tundra umka was so keen on fishing on the ripples that in his fishing passion he recklessly forgot about his coastal supplies and about possible food-hungry thieves. And, her previously empty wolverine stomach was filled with slightly sour and at the same time sweet meat of large game (deer, or moose, or a state farm cow, or even red fish meat from fish pits from numerous local river poachers). Back then, for weeks, the wolverine did not leave the "bread" place she had noticed, only circling and circling this place and feeding here every day, like some of our people in the dining room or in the restaurant. It was on such days that a joyful feast came for her and her life became easy, not like in the long, long winter, when she had to walk dozens of kilometers along the seashore or across the endless tundra to find anywhere at least one feather that had fallen from a black raven flying in the wind, or the remaining from the table of the cunning fox or the feast of the omnipresent divine ravens. In his youth, the journey from the Branches through Kultushino to Khailino and then to the reindeer herders in Achaivayam was only two weeks for Dmitry and his grandfather Ilya, and he did not have time to get tired of the paths that were still frozen in places in early spring, since the snow had not yet melted, and during the winter it was packed to a steel density, and they had to walk on their wide hunting skis, which were beaten down by seals in the fall, it is so easy and fast. Dmitry also felt that special youthful energy in his body, which was not at all wasted, and all the time he often tried to outrun his grandfather, carrying quite a heavy load on his shoulders, although, as Dmitry knew from experience, the Koryaks and Chukchi, and the Nymylans, along with the Kamchadals and olyutors, went out into the tundra, out of they never take a large load from one village to another, but only a light but sharp and durable knife, of course, a supply of matches, an aluminum pot for water, and even a small supply of dry and light foods for the first two or three days, and of course that special pinch of salt, yes, there must be roots of the mysterious and their fabulous this mysterious golden root, the local Rhodiola rosea. And the villages themselves were located here in such a way that the traveler reached it on foot literally on the third day, and in the village or at the reindeer herders' or fishermen's camp there were new meetings, new conversations, and a new common table, when the traveler was greeted joyfully in the local tundra, and more than once with fragrant tea. They'll get you drunk, and then they'll put you to sleep on a soft bed no worse than they sleep on themselves. And if the traveler is respected by them, if he is also young, slender and quite handsome, and inspires real trust with his speeches and arguments, then they will definitely put their daughter or even their beloved mammy next to you, so that their ancient bloodline is slightly there, in their deeply hidden genes somehow themselves to cheer up their blood with true energy and youth for once, and they did not have that modern, not current in such cases, unreasonable "jealousy" or strong "hatred" for their young friend, for their brother, since they knew from their ancestors that in order to, in order for their kind to mature, so that their kind would not degenerate and cease, so that deer would breed, a strong shepherd was needed here in the tundra. And the deer here gives you a place to live, and your breadwinner, and literally your whole life depends on him. Neither he nor you can live without him in the open spaces of Kamchatka. They, the countrymen, did not have that puritanical, modern American, which came out of their slave past, that you cannot touch a woman or take any initiative on her own. All this is superfluous here, everything here is so superficial. True, Dmitry was still at that rather young age that he had only heard about it from his elders or peers, and he had never even slept with any girl or mammy, because he was only interested in his youth, and attracted by the local hunting, the very long movement, the irrepressible the desire to change places, the knowledge of his native land, the mastery of the customs of the people and all the customs of his tribesmen, and by the evening of a long day he was so tired that, having had enough of evening tea and steamed deer shurpa, he fell on the first tough deer skin and slept so sweetly., and in such a young dream that, perhaps, in the early and cold morning, when you wake up, he was already beginning to be disturbed by those fabulous seductive dreams of ours in our youth, which he was afraid to tell anyone about, since few of us even talk about it. And who are you going to tell here in the tundra, when you're surrounded only by adults and much older than you? And your peers and your peers, they all stayed there in your native village of Branches and you just saw them in a dream, and you see and communicate with them, and maybe you hug those cute elastic girls, which you are ashamed to admit even to yourself. In general, he didn't even think about such a relationship between a girl and a boy, which he dreamed more and more often in his dreams. Well, maybe only in early autumn, when a powerful choir is looking for its doe, it will surreptitiously observe their special games from behind a bush, their unusual and new customs for it.

When he was in the herd last summer, not far from home, and saw in the fall how the rut of their deer began, he watched with interest how a large choir sat on top of a small, as it seemed to him, female, then his young flesh, which had not yet been restrained by anyone, sometimes caught fire with such fiery force and that special the intense inner passion that she was straining so much from the hot and fast-flowing young blood that seemed to have not yet spoiled his imagination, and then, as if he was about to jump out of his body from inside his body and lightly splashing, he would pour a special heat with a warm, life-giving liquid, and in those moments, when he closed his eyes, it only seemed to him that a beautiful brown-eyed and unknown beauty in a red festive blouse embroidered by her, that special girl of his, was watching his awkward movements of his hands, with which he tried at first to somehow correct, and somewhere inside, to hide all the inner tension of his youth, and now it was so exciting for him in these moments, and he wanted to relieve it with the following, progressive movements of his hands, and those who did not obey his awareness of passion, or maybe shame in front of her, of what he was watching now, and what he himself, following the example of the choir-deer, was doing with his young overstressed body, and all his unusual actions that no one showed him, then at such moments inevitably ended with those inner splashes of strong energy coming deep from afar. jets of whitish-milky spray, scattering in the wind from somewhere unknown inside his young body throughout the virgin tundra surrounding him, where there is not a single prying eye for tens and hundreds of kilometers., where there is no prohibition for him or anyone, just as there is no prohibition for the entire local red river, which just as easily enters the numerous rivers here, only attracted by an unknown natural inner homing coming from within, which was just beginning to form in his body and where then this his homming Denis will lead We don't know yet… The first time this happened to him was last fall, when he was on a flight from the village of Vyvenki in the area of the Parapolsky Valley. And then, in those moments of joy and his inner flight, there would come a slight tiredness and that inner bliss of incredible pleasure, such a special joy and complete satisfaction from his very existence, and she would then, as it were, incline him to a quiet sleep and complete rest in the same place from which he watched his beloved moving in the whirlwind of his eternal reindeer dance. Quickly, hiding behind the cedar bushes, it seemed to Dmitry that the face of a fabulous and unknown beauty flashed by him-a nymph of such fabulous charming beauty that he had never seen on earth before. At the same time, his still beardless face turned crimson and bled as quickly, and his inner tension, for some reason unknown to him, fell so quickly, while his blood in his head and not yet so strained vessels throbbed for a long time and slightly rushed to his aching temples, pounding as if he had run for deer or chasing game for miles across this tussocky tundra. And then, relaxed and exhausted, he would fall on a warm, delicate and soft green and fragrant elderberry or on a white fluffy yagel, which absorbed him completely, with his face, inhaling its special resinous aroma, hiding his still overstressed body in bushes and pure white yagel, so that no one would see him like this a homming activity here. And by morning, he would go out to the outskirts of the herd again and carefully stare at the life-and-death battles of large choirs and their victorious dance when they managed to win, sometimes bleeding both saliva and red blood at the same time, and from their tense bodies, just like he had last night. against their will, a whitish liquid splashed and was followed by their strong roar of appeal, which is difficult for anyone to convey, and which announced to the whole local area the birth of a new deer life here in the boundless deer tundra. Such a powerful male, who won the competition, stood on a hill, a strong autumn wind blew over him, his fur stood on end, all his strength and thick fat gained during a long summer rich in green grass were visible under it. Dimka could see the natural strength and indescribable grace of the local choir in hunting, she was visible from afar, and he passionately merged with one or the other female hunting for him for literally seconds, in his natural homming, pouring into her body all his special deer strength and his a dozen-year-old life that gives her all the energy, and that special physical thermodynamic entropy that Dmitry didn't even know about yet, which, as time passes, will easily transform into the very local Kamchatka full-fledged Life., then he turned into an unintelligent little spring kayu, who will need his constant protection and care until she grows up and in a year or two she grapples with him in their passionate life-and-death duel. And this is the whole Kamchatka life here, and this is the whole existence here, and this is the whole essence of such an ancient Kamchatka philosophy here. And, in Dmitry's young head, uncluttered by any prejudices, a question arose.: – Will I be able to do the same as this strong choir?.. And where is my namylanka? Is she waiting for me? And this inner question of his was unanswered for quite a long time until this summer. Dmitry walked and walked, and carried, and carried a heavy burden on his shoulders, as there was a supply of food, and a bed, and clothes for a long summer, which were provided to him by the caring hands of his mother, who sewed at night from the skins of deer and game for him durable bags, a summer cook, and this elegant one only for He's got Malachi. Of his personal clothes, he liked Malachai the most. His cut, his drawing spoke about the history of his family's Way of life and about his special destiny here, the curls of that intricate drawing hid the secret of his entire future, drawn in a winding line of graphic multicolored ornaments. All this was also hidden in those beads, which were collected in a circle for more than one day and evening by the already poorly seeing mother Yi, who put into his headdress all her skills and the ancient, most ancient local special and Kamchatka branch knowledge. And she saw and knew, like his beloved grandfather, Wolverine, a lot. However, she could not always express everything in her own words and in her own language, which Dmitry himself already understood poorly, having lived for many years in round-the-clock kindergartens and out-of-school local Kamchatka boarding schools. For him, it was often enough to change her facial expressions for Dmitry to understand whether she was happy to meet him or was upset about something inside her soul, or wanted something from him now. So, when he came from the district center from friends, and she was washing him under running water, and saw a new tattoo on his left shoulder, not made by her hand, in the form of a spider crawling up, her heart slightly accelerated its beating.: "The young man is maturing and moving forward," she also thought. "He will be even more beautiful and better than his father, he will be the leader of our pack," she thought. His choice of this animal in the form of a tattoo, which appeared so unexpectedly on his body, also spoke about this. Now she didn't know when he'd made it or where it had happened to him. Was there a place for a spider in their lives, in these harsh Kamchatka regions? To others, it would seem that spiders live only in the south of the peninsula. But there is no. And even in this harsh region of northern Kamchatka, there is a hardworking ant, and this clever spider, which in summer is visible on all the hills, in warm, secluded, windless places, and also in numerous decays, not at all afraid of those winter frosts, as it was able to hide under the bark and in the thick for the winter. a layer of leaf litter, which, like that warm fur coat, covered the local tundra, and allows many terrestrial inhabitants to survive.

And, Dmitry, even in his childhood, would lie down on a soft yagel in decay and watch for a long time as the spider diligently weaves its thin web so that a mosquito or a small fly would fall into its invisible net, and he was surprised at its special strength and agility of the spider itself, which at a moment appeared from its hiding place and its trophy so he wrapped more and more coils of this web tightly, so that in just a minute or two it was impossible to see what he had hidden there for dinner or for the next lunch. And his peers, who for their youthful transgressions (theft, fighting, drunkenness, non-payment of fines) He had already visited the Olyutorsky bullpen or even served time in Ust-Kamchatsk, in that prison area, seeing him in the sauna or in the summer on the shore of the fourth base, they unanimously approved of his progressive drawing, since they knew the local Kamchatka prison customs and special customs that had not yet been established by them. And the spider crawling upward was telling their subconscious and their special masculine worldview that this guy was getting better, that the guy was going in the right direction – constantly heading somewhere up and forward in his thoughts. – Although what is his fault here? No one knew that. Yes, Dimka would not have told any of his closest friends about his special visions in the tundra, so unexpectedly and unexpectedly, which came to him surreptitiously, literally from nowhere in the form of that unknown red fish of the local Kamchatka natural and eternal our homming, which attracts this fish with thousands and millions of glistening specimens With its red sides in the ancient Sun, the nilgykyn soap attracts them from all over the vast expanses of the Pacific Ocean, now almost every day. And now she came to him almost every early morning, while he was still in bed, in the form of a white-skinned mermaid bathing on the riverbank, or maybe a little dark-skinned and especially inexpressibly beautiful divine nymph, or even the local Khailin, or even Achaivayam Chukchanka, who with her flexible the camp, which with its fabulous whisper was now calling him to no one knows where, and he, so weakly, got up and quietly walked then to the bank of the local river, and he went to the highest local hill to look and look from there, to peer into the farthest distance, in order to learn everything in life here, in order to see only her again in reality and on this steep shore, since he, having tasted his already truly masculine homming maturing somewhere inside, was now as stubborn as that spider on his left shoulder, which was at his heart in the weave of its thin cobwebs. And the older he got, the more he knew the local customs and secrets of his Nimilan tribe, and now he wanted to preserve them all, preserve them, and naturally multiply them in his own way.

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Nikolay

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Alexey

's boarding school

friend.

A white police helicopter from Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, as usual, arrived at the Tilichiki regional center in the north of the Kamchatka Peninsula without the usual warning after sunset late on the last Friday of the month. Before that, according to the previously received assignment, they flew into the Crucible on the way, delivered 300 kg in bundles of paper, cartridges, computers and a new uniform for the police, and also landed at the district center in Palana to coordinate the further flight plan with the district police department, as well as clarify some official information, and also unloaded a new service card. weapons and new personal protective equipment: five Kevlar bulletproof vests were received, as well as uniform winter clothes for the district police department. Igor Viktorovich, the head of the Olyutorsky district Police Department, called an operational meeting of all employees of the Department of Internal Affairs at 19:00. -Fellow officers, sergeants and foremen, officers from the regional Department of Internal Affairs have just arrived to us on a business trip: Captain Smolensky Yuri, representing drug control in the region, and senior Lieutenant Alexander Babenko, representing the regional criminal investigation department, our criminal police in a new way. Then, he poured a glass of water, brought it up with a slightly trembling hand and drank it in one gulp in front of the surprised policemen, because at lunch he ate a couple of pieces of soaked red local fish, which he immediately loved so much upon arrival, and now he was so thirsty that he could not wait for the end of this unplanned meeting. And then, satisfied that he had quenched his unquenchable thirst with the clean and cold local artesian water, he continued: – First of all, I would like to thank everyone for the successful operation on the Kamchatka red book gyrfalcon last week. Thanks to the prompt work and help of our long-established agents, we managed to find seven birds and prove the participation in their capture of citizen Tertychny Peter, our homegrown, yes, you all know the conservationist from the green group, who is funded by the well-known American WWW foundation with millions of grants, and we also arrested his client, Aslambek Magomedov, a citizen from Ossetia. The material is almost ready to be submitted to the Court, and we have submitted it to the prosecutor's office for verification and approval by the prosecutor of the indictment. If there are no significant comments from our investigative department, Captain Anatoly Bobrov, I ask you to take over control and on Wednesday, report to me on the results of the case review at the prosecutor's office. I would like to note that our agents have done a good job here. I also thank the 9th department, Lieutenant Oleg Krutikov – you did a great job and well done. Everyone was out of joy and praise, joy, and applauded loudly. – Fellow officers! No unnecessary emotions, please! Don't show your emotions, we're on duty! – the skinny, probably only forty-year-old head of the department raised his voice a little and continued. – According to the current arrival of the group of the regional Department of Internal Affairs, our task is more complicated, since several criminals in the district center are probably working undercover and maybe even through several intermediaries. What we discovered in June on Beregovaya Street number 2 turned out to be just 4 joints for personal use and we had practically nothing to show them. It means they have a warehouse or a real cache somewhere, and we haven't fully worked out all their contacts yet. It is clear that the supply channel goes through the sea in containers or with goods for sellers. Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and the head of the Olyutorsky district police department continued: – The officers who arrived have important operational information about our village. They came to us to fully document it. I ask you to charge all the batteries for the radio stations, camera equipment, and video cameras to the fullest, so that there are no failures and it is better to invite witnesses in advance from our assistants and warn them not to chat ahead of time. The officers from Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky have important information that a shipment of illegal goods will be shipped from the city on the ship Tairovo, which will be delivered on the way either to Ust-Kamchatsk or Ossora, or maybe directly to us in Tilichiki. It will be necessary to carry out appropriate investigative measures. The entire 9th department needs to work with our agents in addition, and all this should be done naturally in complete secrecy. A specific operational work plan will be communicated to everyone individually. Everyone took pens and notebooks and got ready to write down the boss's instructions. – My deputy Major Romashin is responsible for the distribution of people and assistance to those who arrived in the area from our department. Fyodor Viktorovich had been waiting for the command for a long time and jumped up from his chair, although his slightly obese body from beer was too difficult to lift so abruptly. But there's nothing you can do, two children, a daughter has grown up and is studying at an institute in Volgograd. – I'm listening! "Yes, you're sitting down, Comrade Major," the chief of the police department commanded calmly. – Everyone's in their offices and we're working. Tomorrow, together with the arriving helicopter, I will leave for the Pakhachinsky bush, probably in Apuka and in Sredniye Pakhachi with Alexander Babenko. Major Romashin remains on the farm. After the presentation of Yuri Smolensky, and recently he was awarded another rank, and he was only thirty, but he was a militia captain, and he slowly and masterfully entered Fyodor Viktorovich's spacious office. – Fyodor Viktorovich, I'll go with Alexander Petrovich to my mother's for a couple of minutes, she lives not far away here, I'll have dinner until about 20-00, and you can arrange for me to have Nikolai Umyavilkhin in the bullpen by that time. I'll need to talk to him and make sure that the vacant office is clear from prying eyes. – As always, office No. 24, on the second floor, is assigned to you. There is a safe and everything you need," the deputy head of the Olyutorsky district police department, F.V. Romashin, clearly informed. – Good! – and Yuri Borisovich left his office, ran down the wooden stairs to the first floor and went to his home to his beloved mother. He had long dreamed of coming to his native Tilichiki, where he was born in 1984, where his mother now lived alone, at the same time, she helped him buy an apartment in the center of Yelizovo, since his father was busy arranging his new and such a young family there in Yelizovo. Now police captain Sergei Borisovich and his wife were raising their daughter and her beloved 7-year-old granddaughter, and now they were also waiting for their son. My wife was 7 months pregnant. The ultrasound showed that it would be a boy. And so, according to intelligence information received from faraway Kazakhstan by regular mail, a shipment of drugs had to be shipped to the coast via one of the Kamchatka motor ships that often plied the eastern coast of the Kamchatka Peninsula, and since even in winter the Gulf of Corfu and the Hidden Bay were ice-free, which facilitated navigation throughout Kamchatka. to the east coast, there was a high probability that it would be delivered to coastal Tilichiki, and only then to Khailino, and to Talovka with Slautny Penzhinsky district. Since these villages are far from the coast and only GTT and MTLB all-terrain vehicles go to them in winter, but three-axle Urals come with coal.