The Altai Territory. Festival of Songs of the Author Powaliha-94. The festival was held on the lawn of the pine forest, near the abandoned pioneer camp. There was a small stage on the lawn, a place for spectators in front of it, and around, in picturesque chaos, tents were located. The toilet was only "J", he was in the forest away, and a path led to him. So, walking in search of a fire dryer, my friends and I found a broken statue of a gips pioneer. The statue had no legs below the ankle, hands and head. The sun was already sinking, and in the beginning of darkness the white statue looked terrible. We didn’t think of anything better than pulling her off to the woman’s toilet trail. Thro the night there were periodic whispers on that side and the noise of breaking branches was heard.