History of one photo
There is always a place in life for a feat, especially when it is not at all before a feat.
A boy and a girl went to the mountains of the Caucasus.
They were not mountaineers, they were major from MGIMO, and mountaineering, so they had a "toys" so for the point. We have been, we have conquered, we know. Again the romance: Boy, girl, guitar, tent. The ammunition was of course primary. The most expensive. Even the icebreakers were there, although they weren’t going to go to ice and snow, but the pictures with the icebreaker and the rope bay, it’s cooler than the cowboy Malborough. They climbed to a mile high, no more. They overnight. Time to go home to Moscow. but
The Caucasus has made its adjustments, they have gone astray. Three days and three cold nights. They burned gasoline from a Zippo lighter, a guitar, a sleeping bag, and wet grass is not burning. The day is like a day, and nothing new: from morning to evening a crumbling wandering from abyss to abyss, and how they got there, and how to descend down to the people - unclear.
Between them, the lovers only communicated matto. On the fourth morning, they woke up from sound hallucinations. They were heard: German speech, laughter and lip harmonic flows. Like in movies about war. The sound did not end, the man looked into the tent and said:
Guten Morgan is.
Our heroes jumped out of the tent and saw twenty people from the group.
“Edelweiss,” taunted to the teeth, only without weapons.
These were the matters of the German mountaineers and as a result of the "e-Kalsk" and
After the be-kal talks, it turned out that they had been preparing for their ascent for two years and did not intend to be distracted from the route for a second, so there can be no talk about bringing our suffering down to the people. They only uncertainly indicated the direction of the ice-breaker and ticked the stitch into the compass. The miserables did not want to let live people, especially, they already wandered there yesterday, where the icebreaker looked.
Our firmly decided that the Germans would not pass and lay in front of them "leaves". And the Germans put an ultimatum (the Germans generally like ultimatums):
- You go with us "Schneller", to conquer the "Ales" top, then we
We come down from that side of the mountain range and take you into civilization. but
If you hold us back, we’ll call you “officerzein.”
The Russians looked up and down at the glowing snow peak and sadly said:
“The Devil”
The Germans roughly dumped all the student things on the ground (well, the Germans, what will you take) and took the little thing that would be useful in the campaign, the rest was ordered to throw away, gathered them from the world by the carabine and went.
Our 100,000 times regretted having fought with the Germans. It is the same as a man who broke a finger, breaks both legs, so that with a broken finger without a row to get into the cliff. But it was too late to retreat.
Imagine how hard it is to climb a mountain for a man who has gone to the top only to get down. What only is the dream over the abyss, in a hamak knitted with a nail to the mountain. A normal person dreams like this and he, shaking up, wakes up.
They returned home barely alive, weakened, with faces burned in the sun and tearful eyes. But they returned.

A month later, the Germans sent them a photo. I saw her: Happy Hanseas and
The Frics laughed and laughed, as if they had seen Moscow in the binoculars. In the hands of the conquerors of the summit, and in the background on the snow sit two sad figures with fallen eyes.

“For many, skating on skates produces rest and shake.”
Coat of Prutkov.