We thought that the season is over, winter fishing rod got, and here calls Taras offers grandfather in Menzelinsk ride again in a boat to get out of his spinning throw. Photo by the author According to forecasts, after a couple of days of frost promise, so it certainly will present the closing of the season. Grandpa me «Well, rounded up?» I somehow always ready, if only to take. I was bothering? On one boat, but three is not that good spinning fishing. Taras did not want to interfere, though he insisted that with your friends and the four of us went fishing. But I know Read more [...]
Photo Anatoly Mailkova My grandfather, a joker and inventor, told me how he had become a member of the Society of hunters and fishers.It prompted him to this meeting with other youth serene. Dude, noticeably plumper and pretty grizzled, told over a beer, that the members of society, to which the pronoun he is, the entire region has traveled far and wide in search of rivers, lakes and quarries, where even the slightest with fish.– And it is possible and I become a member?– Yes,… any time! Only… There is one condition. At the meeting, fishermen would have Read more [...]
To my grandfather brought me somehow familiar spring hunter. And he knew that his grandfather since the pre-war years. Guns have been the same, pre-war Tulku 16-caliber, model B (BM-16 after the war there). My friend, as a grandfather to go hunting, always double the number of cartridges fitted out: himself and his hundred. A friend just after the war for 50 passes, the heart was to play tricks. Two years ago he was on the hunt for a hare with hounds running about, and in the evening also went to the bath. Heart-and could not stand.Well, I continued to go to his grandfather. In that area, and the Read more [...]
Six o'clock in the morning. Predawn silence. The tops of the pine trees framing many kilometers passed out from far away illuminates barely noticeable strip of blue light. AT fens and in ravines spreads blond mist. Ten-forest clearing winds from the large sandy road to distant passed out. There after sunset yesterday responded bull. Father Andrew reached gorushki, he folded his hands horn clamped nose with index finger the two parties and He pressed his thumbs to throat. The silence was cut three short groan with recruiting aspirated and ohana.Very Read more [...]
When I was driving on a local road Coniferous - Lyubytino a hunting lodge, which was hiding on the shore of one of the many picturesque lakes surrounded Novgorod Business pine forests, called attention to the passing cars. For every ten counter had six «loaves».and Grandfather Andrew this year sold his «I hope» and bought a decommissioned from the same organization a 452 UAZ. Digest, painted, went through the engine, and rattled on forest roads Novgorodchiny four-wheeled metal box with two drive axles. Her grandfather could not get enough, and the whole Read more [...]
Photo by Vladimir Sdobnikova They went out to the field to reap. Here Gaida on nabrody and natekla. As wail – I have already ran shivers down your spine. Hare gave circle – we perevidel. On the second go – Hyde's voice, as if from her skin skinned alive. That year was surprisingly mushroom. In September rains, mid October was a success, it was quiet and overcast. Having loaded Pester mushrooms, we all were going to go to the station as a friend heard the whistle of the grouse in a deep ravine, which ran along the bottom of a forest stream.Trying not to make a Read more [...]
The picture of the author In our annexe. I sit on the old leather sofa. The hand is in the cold of his frill. I looked out the window and through the cage adjacent to it, in the garden, among the sun spots, I see my grandfather, picking apples in the first wine of the year. The smell of tobacco-grown tobacco, grain mixtures – oats, canola, wheat, thistles, – Twitter goldfinches, linnets in no throw all my memories of rearing city. Savinskaya suburb, outskirts of Belgorod, – Our family abode. Santa even collects apples with taste – not every – peers. Read more [...]
Continued stories about snipers, rifles, cupids and scouts ... So:Touching story told each - old KGBeshnik Yuri Tarasovich.
Somehow his comrades - war veterans "People" that he "pulled" his former ties and reduced them to the shooting range to shoot from trehlineyki - the last time in his life now frontline weapon in the hands to hold, to refresh ...
Tarasych like promised, but somehow not exactly kept putting it off ... and otmazyvalsya.
A year has passed.
Veterans buried next his friend and said:
-What are you waiting for Yura, so that we peremrem one, and you will not need us to keep shooting Read more [...]
Some of our local history remembers as seven years ago, we were in the studio of the artist LI Perevalova, who now lives and works in the city of Perm.
Then Lev Ivanovich showed us a picture, which shows a tree, and the branches of it leaves people's faces. This is it, Perevalova, relatives, arranged on the bottom of the older generation, and above our contemporaries. On the branches that come off the trunk, on the crown of the tree we saw families, seagulls, Serov and others, close and distant relatives of the artist.
The picture is very impressively reflect the generations of the author and Read more [...]
Leafing through the book back a forgotten time, we shudder to turn over blood-stained page. It turns out that they did not white, these mysterious «Spot stories».
A year ago, at the 12th kilometer of the Moscow highway was found a mass grave of victims of Stalinist repression. City officials promised to install a memorial solemnly reburied. All that remained, as usual with us, with empty words.
And good people have put on the place of burial wooden cross (which may be the best monument in Russia?), Pulled on a black kilometer pilgrims. Recently, the cathedral of the Assumption Father Read more [...]
My own grandfather Nikolai Yermylov killed by enemy bullets in 1942. Grandma met another man who has passed all the Great Patriotic War, replacing my mother's father, and to my brother and grandfather. And this man is my story-remembering.
Went even nothing presaged Year 1941. Recently created family Tossia with Ivan and her sister Claudia with Nicholas waited for their firstborn. Leaden cloud came the news about the war.
First born Taisin Boris Kripen'ka healthy baby.
Alia was born two months premature girl weighing only one kilogram of two hundred grams. Nicholas was very fond of his daughter. Read more [...]
In fact the only archival document that clarifies a little history of the house, is a record of his inheritance children Fyodor, dated 1843. The house is really belonged to Fyodor Hudoyarovu. After his death the manor and mowing are divided into four parts between his wife and three sons. After the 1843 master of the house becomes Isaac Khudoyarov. In addition to its stake to him departed mother's share, "old age which he had kept and quiet." Temporarily, he took control over both legacy brother Stepan until his return from Italy. Older brother Paul received his share of the money. In addition, Read more [...]
Hello, my little amateur survival. Recent events have forced me to recall one antiquated method to overcome illness, forced to run to the toilet with a frequency of about 3 times per hour.
] Taught me this secret friend uncle, a retired firefighter captain. He worked most of his life in pozharku in the zone. So the secret of "zonovskih." And it is simple. You just need to take a tablespoon and (NOTE) scoop her tea leaves, eat and drink its water. Kepyachonoy better. In this age of high tenology and dissemination teabags act so. Take 2-3 tea bags, neleberalno overstrain their top and pour the Read more [...]
Greetings to all!
So I broke a few days out of town to his small home in the village of Omsk region Eremeevka Poltava region. Weather allowed and only just went birch juice, I decided to take a moment and go for this drink which works to try only once a year. In the evening gathered all the necessary and the next day I went to cheer for the juice. forest only awakens from its winter sleepForesters specifically burn the most fire-prone areas in early springon the northern slope of the hill is still snowReaching the forest thing I uncovered bag and took out the bottle the entire Read more [...]
Golimy copy-paste, but decided to share it very much amused me.
Duck HuntingOne summer I had a chance to rest in the village where I met with colorful characters. Called his grandfather Sergeitch. Externally secured a kind villager beginning of the last century, as the old oak stump, and as strong. Constantly using obscure words (by the way everyone knows that "pridrochit" stands for "cuddle" in STARORUSSKAYA? Here I did not know at the time, and his grandfather was offended.)Santa this caused a persistent fellow villagers respect poskoku was a tanker, a war hero, a mechanic from God, and Read more [...]
- The patient may not show the language. This is not a children's entertainment, ask the person after hemorrhage or traumatic brain injury to open his mouth and stick his tongue forward. In the case of displacement tip of the tongue to the side can talk about any problems.
- Unilateral absence of active or purposeful movements of limbs or marked weakening of purposeful movements.
After an injury paralyzed man! He can not raise the arm or leg can not move his fingers or foot.I do not write about the reaction of the pupil to light (in many films in the eye doctor shines a flashlight and thoughtfully Read more [...]
90-year-old grandmother from Indiana (USA) told his grandchildren family secret. Her father had strictly forbidden her to tell anyone about it, but now that she was so old, she does not see the violation of this prohibition is nothing wrong. Her story is one of the grandchildren filmed on video, and many years later sent to the U.S. agency MUFON, is engaged in an investigation of UFO and aliens. According to my grandmother, it was when she was a young girl in 1890 in Logansport, Indiana. Girl every day on a cart with a horse used to take lunch in a corn field working father and grandfather. Read more [...]
"Dedicated to the great taezhniku and this man"Bustle of everyday life, a bachelor's boring life and view of the Maritime hills weary soul. Before my eyes there are pictures mountain springs, magnolia bushes, evening fire in the forest. With trepidation remember soaring grouse, wild boar trails spotted kosulenka, a meeting with the bear, finding ginseng. My heart stops and inside there is a shiver. Open card and now there is no power to stop access to the taiga. Fear of danger go by the wayside. Pulls a mysterious force, and the feet go where it smells of cedar Read more [...]