A couple of days ago, Mamin-Sibiryak told us about a wolf who wanted to be a fool.
It was...
In the mid-1980s, in Peter, I took a taxi (or a private, no matter). Word for word, something on the table, we were driving for a long time. Taxi drivers are usually pretty talkative, and this one was somewhat strange. I immediately fell in the eye. Even more surprisingly, the worker is quite young (age 35), but absolutely gray. Like a beautiful blonde. I could have hinted at why I should be so gray in those years. He told me an interesting story in two words. I will tell the great critics right away: I did not sow the internet about this and I will tell as the man told me. If the lie is not his, then everything else is on his conscience, not on mine.
In his words...
I worked as a driver in the Polar Circle. I was driving with a partner. Wild frost and polar night. The car stumbled. It doesn’t matter why, but the partner remained guarding the cargo and surviving the frost, and I went to the nearest housing for help. In the tundra, as you know, 100 km is not a hook for a crazy dog. There was nothing to go, 20 miles. It was easy, even romantic. Absolute silence, the clearest sky, untouched white snow, and wild frost. Even though the night is polar, and the view on the snow is like a theater. I walked a couple of kilometers, even entered the rhythm, and here something worried me. I looked around and cried: a few meters from me, a huge polar wolf was following me. I really caught it! Google then was not, how to behave properly when meeting at night with the polar wolf to see there was nowhere. It was a dog! In the good sense of the word, not a small polar fox. The wolf was not interested in my theatre break. He seemed to try to accelerate things. Probably, at night in the tundra is not so good with food, and here immediately such a heavy piece. He crushed and slightly sat down to jump. And suddenly I sang! I don’t know why he sang. I have never sung, no voice. Here he sang. The wolf was frozen like a crap. Probably, he also thought that the singer of me as a bober degustor. By the way, for some reason the first song was sung "On the valleys and mountains." A little symptomatic. Solo concerts under the open polar sky, of course, are very cool. Where is the Carnegie Hall? There was only one listener. What an interested! In short, the wolf also grabbed my voice data. There is not yet. I wanted to get to know my entire repertoire. In time, no one is in a hurry. I stumbled, the wolf stood behind a few meters. I had to go backwards. As soon as I was silent, the wolf approached tightly and his back legs were strained to jump. But as soon as I started singing again, he was backward again. So they went: I was behind with songs, and he was eye to eye at a distance of one jump. "On the valleys and mountains" was sung and sung forty times. However, "Call the fires" and "Where the Motherland Begins" not fewer times. What vocal lovers live behind the Polar Circle! Going back was, say, not very comfortable. There is almost no snow for eggs. It was worth one time to shut up and... I didn’t want to think about bad, I needed to sing. Suddenly, after a small rise, the lights of the village appeared. The wolf stood up! There was clear disappointment on his face. Maybe he expected more from my vocal data. In short, he turned and left in English, not saying goodbye. It was as silent as the shadow.
I walked into the village quickly, but in the back. In any case! Shine foam, vodka bath, other available ways to calm from shaking. By the way, I broke into the first door already completely grey. Well, after the partner, of course, immediately stumbled. I didn’t have time to drop.
I can still see the wolf’s eyes. The feeling that his ice eyes will never let me go. Under his hypnotic look, I drive a car, eat, talk to my wife, and I always see the same dream: I walk, and the wolf follows me.