What a turbulent nightlife in your village, I admired the abundance of bright colorful lights at night, while on board, taking the landing of a military transport aircraft.
“Yes, it’s Manhattan,” replied the pilot.

The courtyard was in the 90s and so everyone survived as much as they could. The flyers of the semi-abandoned military airfield in Transbaykalya did not wait for gifts from fate and carried from China everything that could be sold in their homeland. The wealth of fuel at the airfield was wrecked - the USSR, taught by bitter experience, was thoroughly preparing for war with its neighbors. The pilots agreed to navigate and crossed the border to the nearest Chinese airport, filled fuel, loaded widebody and flew back.

In one of these flights, a radiogram came on board: "Mine the cargo overboard, check at the airport." The aircraft stood in a circle near its airfield and opened the loci and dropped 20 tons of cargo into the taiga. It is now every thing in the packaging and with instructions, and then everything was taken on weight. So it looked: paddles on which there is a large plastic bag and a load in it is scattered. That day, the cargo was miniature plastic trees with a battery and a solar battery - it is charged during the day, and at night the tree is poured over with all its LED lights.

Here are all these various colors of broken bags and decorated the forests around the airport. At first it was fun - in the woods, a disco as on the stage of the theater of the stage, then came the egers and gave them to the flyers. I don't know what the Chinese made their goods from, but the fact: for some reason, the whites began to drag these trees to their trees, and the bees loved these toys and dried them with honey. The bears quickly bite this trick and began to deliberately look for and bite these trees, sometimes even swallow them whole. As long as the bears beat with toys it was fun. Even this was definitely a plus - the chief, who loved hunting, easily tracked the owner of the taiga, following his "shining deer" tracks. Then some talk told about the “nightlight” of the taiga in the newspaper and the ufologists came to us. This is the secret “airport jump”. The commander scratched the tail and ordered to correct and report.

Reporting, of course, was, but with the "fix" came out a hint: sent soldiers to clean the taiga from colorful disgrace. Having gathered a few thousand trees calmed up, hoping for the impending harsh overseas winter. Oh, it wasn’t there. The pebbles survived the winter and in the spring bright multi-colored moths on the crowns of trees again illuminated the night sky.