Our country is something.

We are used to spending our holidays on the beach in the Krasnodar Territory or praising Karelia da Baikal with Seliger.

And I want to share my impressions of Vorkuta.

I went, I could say, on a trip there.



The first surprise is mosquitoes. No to mosquitoes.

It is just 3.14 children of the universe scale.

Tasting jeans at once. And they don’t fly around with the hint that they’re going to bite now – they don’t eat.

I just saw you, you’re a star. The FAS.

Bite with direct pickling. The shit.



The second is the tundra. A huge green sea of grass.

There are clouds - the Urals are not visible, there are no clouds - the Urals are here. And before them, a minute, more than 100 km.



I came in summer. You get out of the train, hot. +20 is there. Everyone in their upper clothes goes on.

I think what for?

I didn’t take my jacket with me. And after half an hour it fell under the snow - the wind changed (tundra, like the sea). When it was south, it was hot.

When I went from the North Pole, I was barely frozen like the Germans in the 41st.



Many homes start from the 2nd floor.

But the streets are straight and the cleanliness in the city is perfect.



The people there are working real.

Workut, hello to you!