Of all the "New Years", I probably remembered the best of 1985. I was ten years old, and I met my favorite party... with a qualitatively broken nose! Parents and guests were delighted, because they were aware of the circumstances of the acquisition of the basement of beauty. Not only did I not get hurt, on the contrary, I was more irritated than others. It was like...
A small explanation: in those times, children's entertainment varied only by seasons - in summer camp or village, in winter - snow and sandwiches. But! The childhood of our little old street got just a super prize in the form of an absolutely luxurious hill. No, not the mountains. A length of seventy meters, a slope of 40-45 degrees, cool? The car could pass there only in the summer in dry weather. To master skiing (at skiing there was good only to break the legs) the local little girl began to barely learn to stand on her feet without falling, so it is natural that by the age of nine to ten no one was interested in riding the formula - "one skies on one pop."
Because if you ran together, the sandwiches didn’t just drive fast, they naturally flew low.
So then. On the eve of Jolly, a salutation, a bag of candy, and other things we sit with my girlfriend Vika on the "top." We sit on sandals and try to rest.
They just flooded. Beyond it is chewing a man, already all such a fun, disposed to "shut up". Shit, you are not scared, you are scared? Not finding reciprocity, he breathed, squeezed and crumbled down the "crossside of the hill."
Usually I was the "roll" - I managed better, but this time Vika said, I am now ahead. Well we went!
The man, meanwhile, managed to catch up to the middle of the mountain, and then he was completely unexpectedly broken from one side to the other!
Right across the “sane track”! Looking only under your feet.
We stumbled in one voice. Having heard such a scream and just half a second before the collision, the man apparently lost the remnants of consideration finally: he tried to jump!
Sank's nose crushed him on his legs, crushing him like a plastic cage. He collapsed on us – his mouth down, his ass up, he barely pressed, he tightly grabbed into what turned, and... This is the “swinburger” we flew on. From the added weight, the sandwiches not only did not slow down (which is understandable - a steep slope), but also gained almost a supersonic speed. In front of us was the most interesting part - the tramway.
And then, when the pools first broke off from the surface of the earth, and then again "touched" with it, the man and grabbed his scarf in my nose. And our “flying aircraft” stopped and didn’t think...
We climbed another forty meters for the "standard finish line" and fell into the cradle - quite high, but safe in the winter, because there was snow on the ears in the literal sense. At this stage of flight, our "sandwich" collapsed into two equal parts - the man flew to the bottom of the oak, tastingly attached to the fence there and for a while silenced: apparently tried to crush into a bunch of fragments of reality. The second part of the design – Vika and I failed in a slope on the slope. Sanskrits climbed above us.
And here came the only strange moment in our view. (Yes, the child’s world perception – until this second nothing unusual we noticed!!)
The man “gathered himself in a bunch”, walked up on his feet and... first with a barrel, a barrel, slowly, and then with a horse’s halope, went down the bottom of the wreck in the direction of “where else!”
- I thought he would laugh at us like this, - expressed his astonishment Vika,
The flying boots.
- Shizik some, - I agreed, splashing snow with blood.
P.S The adult version on the subject of “why he ran away” did not seem to me at the time at least as true. Now I understand. He said, “He was frightened.”