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decided: I'm from the short story that's has not managed at Sphera, a novella or a novel. I probably really wanted to squeeze too much material in too little space and have it versiebt so thoroughly. So - Jerome (which I'll probably rename it again, because I'm too lazy to type always this stupid accent, I also do not like the name so really) and Lune will get the long version, which will earn the two likely. Oh God - I die Twilight hater planning a romantic vampire story. People - come on, out with who told me what happened in the coffee? And what was that??

Let us remember:
- Jerôme, or as he is always hot at the end glitters is not. He looks good, but he is not of this world beautiful (even if he has gorgeous eyes)
- Jerome is a vampire, which means he drinks BLOOD. He does not like that, but it is now time to his existence and he has resigned, made his way and is not permanently suffer, "I-am-a-risk-for-my-lover" emo bloodsuckers
- Lune is a vampire slayer, Angel and low Prima Ballerina - she is definitely not clumsy. And she is confident, though not free from self-doubt
- "the old man", her boss is probably an archangel
- I would prefer the book "Night Shapes" call, but the title already exists. Too bad.

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over the weekend to make another trip to Belarus. Walk, breathe air, eat in the dining-car trains warhead and feel millionaires. Walked priyatnenko) on the map turned out like this:



At this time four: I, Sergei, Yevgeny and Alex.

the photos of Eugene and my
Overall, all standard. Polotsk train from Moscow. At our disposal was a coupe compartment and a half pounds, brought a week earlier from Murmansk fish. Dushevnenko sat.



Then everything is rolled: the exchange of money for money, diesel ... this time to the station canvases.



from the canvases on foot along the road to the village of thumb Sarnapolle (Sarnopole).



pass village, accompanied by barking dogs, go into the field.





In this region of Belarus several times was a capital ottpel, so the snow is perfect suitable for snowshoes. He becomes caked so well that a lot where you can pryti and without snowshoes (if traveling light, without a backpack). That's nice, because usually my little snowshoes little help.


Golf - Forest - field. In the forest we have breakfast. Děvičky to leave. All snowshoeing. Cross the Děvičky again into the woods. Small Brule, go into the field. Here the break.

Having nothing to do decided to run on snowshoes. I tried to make it "not wearing heels, eventually I breakdown. Not deadly, chinitsya, but still very unpleasant. While the boys have fun, I chinyus.

Then go back a long field. On the field we find the spider that runs somewhere in the snow.






take away more and more on east and enter the forest. We go along the old rut, sometimes cluttered. It is evident that the frost on the trees are not imnovala and the forest. We see a lot of trees with a broken tops or broken approximately in the middle. Many "new" tree lies on the track, we have to crawl. At mid-arrange perkur, snack and Meeting on the route.

Finally, go to the lake Chervyatka. It is the biggest. See on the lake fishing lodge and a few fishermen on the ice. Move on ice near the shore.





at this photo see what I megaopytny tourist: if you click on a frozen lake all backpack buckles undone, and the knife in his hand, to have something to cling to the ice if that.

Soon depart from the lake and arrange one more stop. Remove the sample with whiskey Alexei.



move away slightly from the lake and cross (as small dams) unfrozen channel.









before nightfall still have time to enjoy the sight of a beautiful sunset:








C halts out a hitch. The last few kilometers away from Chervyatki go by what is woodland, with no serious trees. And for a halt were needed firewood. On the map that looked almost straight ahead unharmonious lake (not that that was the last time, etc.) and about it sort of like a forest. Dragged to the lake. It turned out that the lake does not stand up: the last 70 meters of the lake is thorough podbolocheny, but a place with wood normalnyi from the lake no closer than two hundred meters. Choosing between the lake and the wood chosen wood. On the evening of swimming in the hole had to score.

Then everything normally. Sushniny found many, the location was convenient. Koster just did not want to flare up: after all thaw slightly damp firewood. At dinner, buckwheat. Vslast grumbled at each other. Few pozhbanili. Reject.

morning. Rise. At breakfast makaroshki. Gathered this morning for a long time. Another night was to pour a snowball, and the next morning he did not become weaker.



the fore. Katasroficheskoy Due to lack of time, went straight into Polota found yesterday on the track.


then got bored and started to cut corners (the time is - let's srezhem). After vanishing from the track, I was too lazy to take off and put on booties, already attached to a backpack, snowshoes. I tried to walk without snowshoes. Cut to overcome it, I prevailed, but today decided to more such experiments are not set.







felled as a result of local polygon highway. Went some distance on it. By the way, go on it without snowshoes was not easy. Quality was such that we meet the local jeep proryvalssya on it solely thanks to the skill driver and then very slowly. Then we again suffered a cut corners. Instead of going straight into Polota laid loop through Olkhovka. Cut down on what it a well-worn track. Halfway staged privalchik with tea. Starring a halt had a little walk, when suddenly, passing over the snow bridge over a stream Serge managed to fail. And earlier, on snowshoes with a smaller space and at a higher weight, I went there. Inevitability's thinking a little bit over the execution curses in this area have gone further.

listen, tourists ... Come here!





soon entered the field with direct visibility to Olkhovka and crossed the river on a bridge paintings.







From Olkhovka hit once in Polota where specifically to our arrival (not otherwise) filed a bus. We drove it to the station. Canvases. We would have had time to walk, and the forces were there, but I had to go on the road. And it's not smiling. So they decided to finish here. Having a little more two thousand rubles for the bus and entered by the 4 stops we reached near the station canvases (canvases and station itself Polota are at a good distance from each other - see map)

When you exit the bus immediately met with a cheeky and friendly cat, puppy, which fed the remains of the sausage. We even have a puppy then accompanied her to the station.



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Then everything normally. Diesel to Polotsk, train to Moscow. In Vitebsk, had the time to throw the train parking lot to the store and buy condensed milk and cherry brandy.

And here we return again and again. This is the place - very good option for the weekend.

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New Year holidays 2011 (We return to Murmansk)


January 8, 2011

got up at 9 am (rekord!!) at 10 has already passed the apartment without
what you 11 were at the botanical garden. What then took the process of turning
backpacks in the scraper.

almost immediately found that with our drags there was something wrong. Pull them it was not easier than dragging a backpack on my back. Perhaps it was in explicit congestion backpacks. Stew throw hand was raised, and it was taken from a calculation on all holidays. At the time of Kirovsk it remained cans 10-12. Plus cereals and 4 large container gas. Backpack weighed about thirty with a small tail.

Pomuchavshis mile and a half to two and reaching Vudyavra, we transformed the scraper back into the backpack and stood up on his skis. The case went smoothly. A few hours later we were in the gorge of Ramsay, where we met only the day snowmobile. Lifting dalsya relatively easy.

with Ramsay after just nothing. Slopes me back then were not given and the next I fell at a speed of crashing a backpack in the snow, from which the belt buckle backpack broke. Pull only on the shoulders 30 kilogamm pleasure is not great, so we decided to go to the first open water and leave to rest. Conscience is not troubled - mileage is allowed.

nominally Next: Installation of a tent, dinner, and hung up.

9 th January 2011

Late lift, breakfast, repair buckle my backpack.

went out early in the third hours. A few hours practiced downhill skiing with a heavy backpack. The downside was that the trail winds and often could not see that around the bend. Result was that the belt buckle Nastyuhinogo backpack, too, was broken. But I'm more or less learned to move down from hills on skis.

All day extraordinary Heat: seven degrees below zero. Go hot. A few hours ride to the station I find on a cell on trains to Murmansk with a stop in Hibinah. Their total Two: Vologda tonight and "native" 382. Vologda at half past eleven. We're on it more than prospered. We go at it.

We reach Hibiny village. We have a couple of hours to spare.
located near the Little White. Campfires, driving teas. At the right time
are advancing toward the station. Exit to the station, a passing driver
electric waves his hand and gives a beep. Digging (literally) behind the
station, I associate the skis. Snow specifically sweeps. Dog ran Laiche
breed bark furiously us to order, to treat sausage and realizing that nothing
not beg ran away.

5 minutes before the train came to a platform that virtually
covered with snow. Vologda rode the train.

us to give it to plant.

Even attempt to buy tickets at the head of the train was not crowned with success
. Can not, and that's it. I wanted to scold naughty, but very Russian
words. I do not know in What was the joke of humor, maybe it's some sort of a trick northern railway
to which was supposed to be assigned the Vologda train (at home
«October" train We planted, and in conversation with the conductor told me
that this is not a problem), and maybe even what. We are at this point was not to determine
reasons.

Started scroll through the options. The next train was in the morning.
then until the end of the vacation Hibin towards Murmansk could not sit on that - all
train passed Hibiny without stopping. 100% guarantee of landing us in the morning
train was not there either. Taxi to the Apatite we call failed: called, was not machines with a pass through ANOF.
break camp did not want to fire up the morning of the economic train Olenegrsk-Apatity
- too. They went on foot. Until Apatite km 16, and the time to am still occupy
was nothing.

By law, Murphy wind blew like snow in the face zaleplyaya
eyes and almost deprived of sight. Snow drifts were impressive. It was evident that the pair
parked cars here in the morning will not go anywhere. On flat ground road
met drifts higher than the knee. Ascended the road from the village on the quarry
ANOFa and strolled dejectedly down the road. Managed to pass 3-4 km. stopped a second time
rest. Career path of the turning lit, heard the roar of the engine.
ride here could anything until BELAZ so snaryagu with skis
we quickly threw back to the sidelines. Because of the rotation appeared Career bulldozer. Not those
toy tractor Tipo Kirovtsa or Belarus that can be seen in the city and
village, but a real bulldozer. With a width of flap almost the entire width of the two-lane
road wheels in my growth and a platform on which the cabin was located at an altitude of
about 2,5 meters above the ground. Impressive. The driver stopped his technique,
asked us not get lost if we are comforted saying that before the CAT
still very far away. Then he went on.

And after a while went back, stopped and invited us to bring
! Threw trash on a platform behind the cab,
stamped three in the cockpit and drove off. For some reason I thought that sort of thing
should go smoothly as an aircraft carrier, but shook it thoroughly.

threw us usher 10 kilometers, no less. Prior to passage
we did not go more than a kilometer or a half later. This saves us from the night
breakout through the snow and wind, and possibly allowed to catch the
morning train (reserve it in the end was not so great).

health and long bulldozer driver, and his son
new victories in the Arctic Games. Uncle obviously that is where it broke out instructions,
when picked us. All the same people in the north ... different from other people. And
clearly not the worst.

came out from the territory ANOFa, dragged himself to the city. Found
landmark in the form of a small wooden church and to call a taxi, otvezshee
us to the station. Station soon retreated skiers and snowboarders left on
St.Petersburg train. We're 382 reached Murmansk.

the same day took off for 6 days odnushku Karl Marx.

Actually this is possible and finish. Week
I lived then still in Murmansk flew by. I rented an apartment in the nearby house,
from where they filmed the July arrival at Murmansk. At the same chatty aunt that
last time. The apartment has been worse than the Kirov, but still tolerable. Few dishes
and cutlery. Just killed the TV fastened to the stand. Each time,
when I wanted to see it from an armchair, a bedside table had turned.

9-th floor, but the view from the window of so-so. You can see a piece of
port. And on a clear day the hills on the opposite shore of the Kola Bay.

before departing for the Kirovsk drew attention to one
feature. And in Kirovsk, and Murmansk and Apatity, and I think in any other city
Kola (and perhaps and throughout the Republic of Karelia), there is a custom candle in the window.
It looks like this:

In each house, one can count several of these windows.

little more poshatalis to Murmansk on the day before my departure
.

on the route:

Botanical Garden - Ramsay - the valley of the Little White
descent to the station. Hibiny
road through ANOF