at us such counter. We called her mass psychosis. Brought buyers to such status that some were enough our goods, plainly without having understood that take. «The main thing that all take, means not fools. And too it was necessary to me» Such usually once a day.
1998 Tatarstan, Bashkiria, Udmurtia, Chuvashia, Komi Republic, Kirov region. Crisis began. The income noticeably was reduced. I got to talking with one woman. Its brother lives in the north of the Tyumen region. There are many cities. I looked at the atlas. In it there is no such road and there are no those cities which names still caress hearing: Khanty-Mansiysk, Nefteyugansk, Poykovsky, Kogalym, Langepas, Megion, Pokachi, Nizhnevartovsk, Surgut, Noyabrsk, Gubkinsky, Tarko – Sal, Pyt – Yakh, Purp, Novy Urengoy, Strezheva. Oil industry workers live and work there. You will drive up to office happened, and about it about ten «greasy» jeeps is parked. There live people. The spirit captures. Here our things were improved. As now I remember in Langepas in 2 days sold 98 instruments. 100 pieces are we had a monthly norm. Eh it is a pity for goods isn’t present more, it is necessary to return to stock up. Some days of rest and again at way – the road. Forward, so far good luck accompanies us.
The road we will tell unimportant there, it is paved by plates. And width at it 6.60 meters. Shall be at least 9,0. But built temporal technological, then we will expand a pier. And down the street «then», come, as it is known on the square «never». Along monuments are expensive, there is a lot of them, it is possible to tell a huge number. Anywhere across Russia I didn’t see such quantity. Motorists generally in the winter – ice, drunk, reckless drivers, holiday-makers who return from vacation spots perish. Some days at a wheel, are tired – cover, etc.
I want to stop in more detail on a case. When the unfamiliar woman gave aiming on the cities of the Tyumen North which as I told, wasn’t in the atlas of highways.
I prepared for each trip usually fully:
1. I tracked that the machine would be always in a full order.
2. In cold time the machine was chock typed by warm things.
3. Products bought in Omsk in reliable shop and at rather low prices. In the North they are 2 – 3 times dearer.
4. Carefully I studied the forthcoming routes. On each region at me
there was a detailed map that quite often facilitated trips.
5. From the atlas of 1996 I knew that from Tyumen to Surgut 800 km and on
Khanty-Mansiysk the road is shown by a dotted line – the under construction means. To go for 800 km to Surgut it isn’t profitable. It isn’t known you will sell there that or not
In such here way, its Majesty the case helped us to discover oil El Dorado. Thanks to it we endured crisis and four years earned big money
To go on a long distance, of course it is heavy. It was difficult physically, but financially we lived well. From each trips brought all gifts. Went often to Moscow. Lived at the sister Alla. Executed the cultural program, were overstocked with goods by clothes for children – and home. During our absence in the apartment with children there lived the grandfather Petya. Yes Zagri’s dog – the security guard good.
In that pore I was happy, I want to emphasize is immensely happy. Also it seemed to me that such life will last and last infinitely.
But as they say all good (and bad too) when – be comes to an end. Running forward I will tell about the sad
In 2006 from heart attack the mother-in-law died (the woman Galya-74 years). Same year a dog – the nurse Zagri. I lived surprisingly all 12 years. They say that St. Bernards don’t live more than eight years in Krasnoyarsk. The next year – the grandfather Tolya. After it all a favourite Siamese cat the Little squirrel (I lived 14 years). Then the aunt Zoya – a morther elder sister died. On August 27, 2013 – my father, the grandfather Pyotr (I didn’t live till 85 years 27 days). In 2014 – my cousin Alla. I lived in Moscow 44 years.
About Zagri’s dog, the dream dreamed me. I will describe it next time. It
I broke off my soul on part…
Maybe in vain I used this literary reception «running forward»
And so, I describe 1998. Are still live – are healthy. The woman Galya is living, the grandfather Tolya is living. Swear between themselves on an old habit. Zagri’s dog, a Siamese cat the Little squirrel with blue eyes is live, looks at us the innocent look. It isn’t necessary to long, it isn’t necessary to quarrel on trifles. Life is so fine. We will live still, we will be glad. Let’s protect each other… It is necessary to remember of course as ancient Greeks – «memento mori» spoke.
For now 1998 came to an end and in the winter we with Marina were going to Moscow, as usual behind clothes for children. And goods it was necessary to seek another. As be not twisted, and we sated with «Ultraton» the market. Where were only not. The cities flew hundreds. I tried to count somehow, I glorked and I wasn’t engaged in count any more. To stand on the market, passively to wait for the buyer, not those goods.
On Mamaev Kurgan. 1999
Generally in Moscow I converted the look on dosimeters. Instruments for measurement of radiation. They on sale weren’t. Bought a lot and summer of 1999, having made on them a brutal margin, started fighting against the population radio phobia.
Novy Urengoy – Volgograd – the Black Sea
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