The missing hole.
Much has been written about the epic in the 30s of the last century on the Northern Sea Route on the steam ship "Cheluskin" Schmidt and the company, but there were even more of a variety of "apocryphs", for various reasons not included in the main documents. Here is one of those stories.
After the steam boat sank in the ice, and before the crew with its family members (traveling to the North, as if on a cruise on the Titanic) began to be slowly carried out by the aircraft, it was to cross five hundred verts on ice, frostbite and eternal frostbite on dogs. The thing went slowly, and the sacrifice began to be lacking – and the dogs too. To one of the night slopes arrived completely exhausted, and here, to the general horror, it turned out that some of the sandwiches fell somewhere in the darkness and purge most of the provisions!
Not much more - during the expedition on "Cheluskin" a girl was born, who was named Karina (the case was in the Karsk Sea), and here a sleepy and excessively tired mother released her out of her hands. But, despite the mother's hesitation, looking for the girl did not start: the darkness, the purge hits off her feet, the traces immediately disappeared.
They began to think about something completely different: from what, and more precisely, who, to cook the bread.
Go to Cairo. He understood the inexorability of the situation and agreed to donate one of his roots—these were larger specimens than ordinary riding likes. The younger name was Choc and the older Hamit. Kaur weighed all "for" and stopped at the last - the one has already lived. The snack decided to cook in the morning to gather strength in front of the road.
In the night, the Kaur awoke from a silent child's cry: Hamit stood next to him and held in his teeth a whispering, but perfectly alive and unfreezing Karina.
The dog carried it so carefully that the girl did not dispel (Karina is alive until now). But that’s not all – Hamit on his own ribbon stumbled his lost supplies.
A real celebration began. Not only took part in it the native Hamit, who went somewhere in the night: he guessed that people wanted to eat him, and no longer believed in the gratitude of the two-legged.