Mice in the North



Middle of the 90s. The Chukotka. A small village on the shore of the harsh sea

It is considered, for some reason, Eskimo, although the same Ukrainians in the percentage

There was much more than the title of the nation. Time is unstable

The Gorbush. The shores of the tundra at this time cheer pilgrims redfish:

Sanders, brown camel mice and humans.

At the height of the crops, the salmon is no longer needed by people - all are burned.

barrels and larys, so only caviar is extracted, and the fish itself is simply

To forgive the ever-present Spirit of Greenpeace unreasonable children.

Thunder and victims of the transition period. I also participated in this.

Fishing as an assistant to D. Cole.

One beautiful evening we return from our point to the village.

D. Cole driving a motorcycle, I in the back, two plastic cane caviar in the cage

and insignificant income. We passed by the airliner's parking.

A radio driver, a man who is dumb and uninhabited, and we see this picture:

Stepanych is sitting, next to the network, in front of him the hunting staff, the cage and

a dividing board on which he carries another sacrifice. On the left of

three meters just behind is sitting... a healthy mouse and patiently observing.

by the neighbor. Finally, the fish obstetrician finished extracting the caviar without looking at it.

Throwing the fish in the bear’s legs!!! The last business of mining

She begins to eat it melancholy. A series of lions and

Sheep that love Jehovah’s witnesses.

Rumors about Stepanic's friendship with the shamans immediately came to mind.

An unexpected confirmation. Going further from your own

Dear D. Cole finally gave up:

And you have found your own assistant, Stepanic!

Man and bear simultaneously through the right shoulder with the same

They looked at us dissatisfied. With our shoulders, we touched.

A strange duet. Somebody came in behind me.

Iron clutches from a motorcycle. I was terrified, realizing that

The payment for the former disrespect for the followers of Shamanism has already been paid to me.

It came in the form of a hand grizzly. In a hopeless attempt to escape, I caught up.

in the D. Cole. Almost overturning the Ural, we fell to the ground. It turned out that

Stepanic got caught up in me, only now saw his neighbor, who had flattered.

"on the light" from the tundra and quickly realized the benefits of cooperation with

The man. It is not his fault that a man is not morally prepared for this.



Turning to our side, the bear watched us astonished.

They try to “make legs.” His overwhelmed mouth and

A fish’s tail hanging from his fists, as if they were asking, “Where are you, man?! to

Did you sit well?“”

As it turned out later, the motorcycle and the boat "the other one who lives in the

“Tundra” (literal translation from the Eskimo expression meaning a bear)

He did not touch, but broke the net, confiscated the caviar and catch, although the badge

We did not see the fish.