In 1988, they were fused by the Black Cheromesh. The river is in the Carpathians. The West of Ukraine, if. We visited a God-forgotten village. The appearance on the river of tourists in the face of us provoked some revitalization in the form of cries of "moskalyki splashy". Well, we are poker faces and we float further... And behind the turn is a bridge, such a wooden structure on low supports, under which you climb on the bay, bending to the water. And between the supports, good people tied their hair. Coat casting, if anyone has not understood, a 40cm thick steel blade. The spectators were scattered on the shores.

There was no blood, there was no blood. But, in fact, this is all you need to know about the "happy, benevolent and polite" people from Western Ukraine, about whom here one affair writes almost every day.