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

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Alexander Yakovlevich Ugolev met Alexei Vayamretyl when, as usual, he took his photographs of the Koryak ensemble "Norgali" at one of the gala evenings that took place in late autumn at the regional House of Culture in the Tilichiki regional center, in the very north of the Kamchatka Peninsula. Going out into the fresh air for a smoke break, he didn't really smoke, but he was twirling a beautiful Japanese lighter in his hands, which were not available in local stores, and expensive Parliament cigarettes. Seeing an expensive pack of cigarettes, two rather young dancers from the Norgali dance ensemble, led by the choreographer of the regional House of Culture Tropareva Raisa Ivanovna, Alexei's cousin, and the guys immediately approached him, sweating, and asked in unison for a cigarette, if possible. The dancers' faces were quite sweaty, small droplets of sweat evenly covered their tanned, one could also say young and swarthy, like all coastal Koryaks, the dancers' skin and gave them a pair of long filtered cigarettes. Then Alexander Yakovlevich asked them to pose a little and take pictures in memory of this evening, and in memory of their chance meeting. The guys agreed with sincere pleasure, posing casually in front of the lens, while drawing comic grimaces on their young faces for memorable photos, trying to continue the recent stage action that they had previously created with their feet, and now they were doing the same thing with their faces, transforming into some unearthly creatures. The guys immediately asked to take photos at the same time for their favorite girls, and for several prints personally as a keepsake. Alexey was looking with interest at a small and rather compact Samsung Digital U-CA-501/506 digital camera on a small screen, which immediately showed their pictures taken by Alexander. "Couldn't you give it to me," Alexey Vayamretyl asked, pointing with his right finger and rather childishly naively. – And on his young face there was such a childish smile of complete trust, which easily betrayed his almost childish cunning, and betrayed his slight cunning, and his special life, all his inexperience, and maybe even his lack of adaptation to the whole outside of his boarding school life, which could be only those kind of pretty young guys. And at that time, his young face expressed sincere purity and genuine openness to the world around him by almost all the local northern peoples. After all, they have long established that when literally everything is common in a deer herd and you can't refuse a guest, use something, just like when you come to visit yourself, they can do the same to you, and they won't be able to refuse you either. Both the eldest and his practiced gaze showed that he was a semi-orphan, and in this period of his manhood he still needed a real senior male hand and real psychological male support. – You understand, Alexey, that we don't know each other or are related to each other to that extent, and I think you also understand that you didn't deserve such an expensive gift with your dancing and winning creative contests. At the same time, I'm not telling you and there is no definitive answer, remember, I'm not telling you now. And, I sincerely hope, and I believe that over time, maybe when our real male friendship arises and there is a real reason, you will probably receive a gift, maybe even better than this camera, but for this, as you understand, on the one hand, you need hard and long work from your still so young souls, and it's understandable for some time, which allows us to test the strength of a real male friendship, if it arises between us over time," the elder explained. "I will do my best to earn your friendship and full trust," Alexey looked straight into his eyes, without blinking, and spoke so sincerely, already mentally imagining how the elder was giving him this valuable and desirable thing for him now. And now it didn't matter to him what kind of thing it was, it was important to him that it was given to him and that was it. – I would like to hope that it will be so. In my opinion, that would be great of you, Alexey, but it won't "rust" for me," he confidently shook Alexey's stiff and slightly wet hair, wondering how it could be that Koryak has dark hair and such deep grayish-greenish eyes, such tanned skin on his face and such The white skin of his body, which he could clearly see under the hood, was easily sliding off his sweaty shoulders, and his neck was visible, and his hairless chest, still rising from his rapid breathing, was under the summer reindeer hood. His acquaintance, as always in areas with extreme climates, was quite casual and, despite his will, quickly moved into that phase when, after the first glance, real male friendship and sometimes loyalty arise between people, regardless of your age, your gender, and even your status or previous education. His current acquaintance with the dancers was quite casual and real, as both guys looked with admiration at Alexander Yakovlevich, as the older one, who not only treated them to expensive Parliament cigarettes, one of them, smaller, and older and stockier, was the first to identify himself as Max Kukushkin, and the second was taller Alexey Alexandrovich Vayamretyl was slender with an unusually thin bone, like a real ballet dancer Nuriev. – In translation, my last name means – lying on a fast river, or rather – lying on the water –nilgykyn mymyl, – Alexey quickly explained. The very first surname of Max Kukushkin, for Alexander Yakovlevich, did not require a complicated local linguistic interpretation, special commentary, or even translation or some kind of explanation – it literally spoke for itself from the first syllable. For the last six years, mainland cuckoos have often been singing in spring on the slopes of the hills in Tilichiki. Is this related to the general warming of the climate on planet Earth, which has long been stated when drafting the Kyoto International Protocol and then the treaties, is it related to the greenhouse effect from the multitude of thermal power plants and the burning of coal and other hydrocarbons in them, or may it be due to the uncontrollable solar eleven, thirty-three years or those cyclical repeating two hundred and seventy-year solar cycles was not clear to him. And we know that the Sun and its energy transmitted to us are not commensurate in comparison with the activity of a small earthly person, even if six billion of them are not commensurate. Our Sun is a colossal natural, eternally burning, unique natural thermonuclear "stove" that is changing rapidly, literally before our eyes, and above all, it affects the planets around it and naturally also affects the climate on planet Earth. But man and all of humanity, even if it is already seven billion strong, are just a handful of small "ants" for such global and cosmic planetary processes as the thermal balance of our Earth itself. But, this southern cuckoo bird arrived in these northern Kamchatka territories, it is unknown how and when, and settled here quite quickly, and probably does not feel bad if it sings in early spring for the fifth spring and announces to everyone who wants to hear its spring singing here about their long life century and forgot about it. once Alexander Yakovlevich asked the guys if the guys had heard this bird on the slopes of the Tilichik hills this spring, and how many years it counted with its cheerful spring singing to each of them this year. Alexander Yakovlevich asked the taller Alexei Alexandrovich about the history of his purely Koryak, or rather, his Namylan surname. – Vayamretyl, but he could not clearly and accurately convey its origin and full semantic translation from the Namylan, which was spoken in their native Branch, his native village, which, like many things in Russia, was closed back in the late 70s and early 80s of the last century by the decision of the Olyutorsky district party committee and Leonty Afanasyevich Chaika, the then first secretary, quickly and easily reported to the Kamchatka regional party committee about the relocation of all local residents to the villages of Khailino, Vyvenka and the district center of Tilichiki village. Yes, was it then that only the village of Branches was closed in the Olyutorsky district? And, the village of Kultushnoye, and the 4th base and the 8th base, and the village of Verkhniye Pakhachi, but you never know how many villages and towns across the country were closed then, and we must admit the goals were so good then. They sort of justified everything. That the people need to be closer to civilization, the people need comfort, the people need civilization. But it turned out that the people were moved closer to vodka, closer to debauchery and everything that the psyche of these literally virgin northern peoples could not withstand, accustomed to living a fairly measured life, not at all able to resist the onslaught of modern, civilizational and all these global challenges. Yes, they also have this "civilization" invented by someone in the form of a mostly empty Cultural Center, a half-empty kindergarten, half-staffed not only by children, but also by school teachers and a store, no matter how much it is required. And, from the village of Kultushny, which is not far away, they should run to the store in the neighboring village of Tilichiki, an hour of good travel for a young and still young messenger. It's important to have money. And if you don't have the money, you can sell the bunny out of the loop, or even exchange the skin of a yellowish fox for a bottle of local food processing vodka. And the fact that the exchange is not at all equivalent, and the fact that their own intracellular enzymes in almost all of them are not tuned to digest this imported vodka properly, they cannot, this may be a separate conversation for sophisticated and gray-haired sci