The terrible history of Magadan and Okhotsk

Cool Sea of Okhotsk. Herring in this season there have been many. All cargo holds filled to the top. 750 tonnes of frozen herring. The crew of our ship are tired of hard work and exacting roll. We are waiting for a large transport refrigerator, which will take our finished products. Sleep, the team of idleness begins quietly mad. Mid-flight - three months at sea - without a shore and women. The horror. Given the appalling food (vegetables only dry potatoes, a meat products - dried chicken neck and belly button), and fruit shortages and the lack of women's affection - the situation on our trawler, left much to be desired.
Here then is violating all the instructions, our captain (the good souls of men), at their own risk, gives the «good». The course on the mainland, find a quiet place and relax on the beach. All - well nearest transport come no sooner than a couple of weeks. Day shift and we are on the ground. Bay named Merry - where somewhere between Magadan and Okhotsk. Landscape normal for these places - hill on hill, at the bottom of a small village. Oh for a walk! Come on two boats, the first wave. Desant! The settlement, as it turned out, too, was called Merry - a small, forgotten by God, but there is a shop and even (this is yes) club. But something just seemed suspicious, and high fences - people sullen uncommunicative. The store - empty, not even a beer - dry. It suits the local man mauled by what is at once surprised us:
Guys, I am in the village of random people - you do not think what.
Wait, but that is what we should think, dear friend?
So you do not know - Merry - village mode. All the people here, mostly from ex-offenders, they are forbidden to leave the village. This ex-war criminals, parricide, the enemies of the state.

In the hit! So lucky lucky!

So what will it do?

After some reflection decided to buy a "muddy", a stinking substance - alcohol is home-cooking. Drink a little and they look at what to do next. Our new friend offered to guide. "Muddy" bought something from a old old, who lived in the same old wooden house. This grandmother was once terrorist - throwing bombs on the party leaders. Who would have thought. Picnic arranged away to the nearest hill - wonderful view - the coastal landscape with native trawlers on the roads. Scene painter Aivazovsky. Drank 100 grams - phew - rare stuff. But the next 100 grams have been better. Sitting - resting, culturally. Guide tells us:
The second year of this torment. Do not talk with anyone.

People are strangers here, not ours. How would I like to go with you ... And in the same note. So - cries, then smiles ...
An hour later, the truth was more fun, here and in the club - the music that - the began. How did without us ... In the old close «dancing-hall» dozen local beauties are lit in honor of our lambada. The soul of the holiday requests. Dance everything. Girls, too, a little drunk, slim and cheerful and ready at all - that remains to be marine vagrants. Rest, this is life! Not here it was. In the midst of fun - the club enter the local cohort, sixth column, the crowd as the Huns.
Stand! Afraid!

Ah, you fans of the milk foam!
This, they tell us.

And the nerve began talking, slowly move in close quarters battle. Moo - hryu ... Then - bang-bang - fisticuff - wall to wall. Their more. Retreat. Alien enemy territory. To fight leave inhospitable land. A little bruised, but in general had a good time.

Raise the anchor!

Care, yet the south, in the dead wild uninhabited places ...

The morning of our trawler was on the roads small quiet bay. Unnamed name it. On the coast there, even traces of the old fire. A shallow valley ancient rickety sepulchral cross, in the old inscriptions unreadable evident letter «Ъ». Got, 100 years had not been in these places man.

But nature is very picturesque. This pleases the soul and the eyes. End of September. On the hill dwarf cedar, besprent cones, berries and the abundance range of fungi, and spawning salmon in rivers. Clean air. Ok.

What you have to, scoundrels!
This is the captain swears, he was a bit angry at us over yesterday. Slightly straining «toed». Here, as it turned out most authentic «bear» corner. It is cozy, high grass, the rivers are very rich in fish. Thick and lazy bears run at our approach, glitter heels, defecate on the run.

Such fun. Funny. So a few days. Gathering nuts, fishing, picnics at the campfire with a guitar. Bears do not show aggression - might look to us. Before nightfall the boats took us into your own trawler. On the third day, two boats broke down, and the bears suddenly bold. Everything was as usual, we have not noticed - the beginning of dusk. When, as on a signal from all the hills increased savage roar, just in case decided to store firewood. It later turned out - not in vain.

But it was still funny. Crowded around several fires, one joke went, remembered anecdotes about bears. An hour later, when finally dark, started to worry a bit, we decided to collect all the fires in one. And correct. The first creep run, when the darkness from all sides, literally twenty steps, bears seem to have decided to assemble a huge crowd. Fireplace is not even scared, because they are selected each time getting closer and closer. In this case, their growl was getting louder and more terrible. They probably «eat» our fear.

We presses against fire and to each other on - a little bit moving fire retreating to the water, discouraging brand. But they were not frightened, but even more irritating. Bears selected nearer and nearer, the most brazen of them stood on its hind legs and roar so that would run in the icy water and get to the trawler by swimming. Water also was - God forbid - almost ice.

Interim salvation were huge boulders on the shore, which we have saddled as walruses. But this has had «a bit» wet feet. How to order - blew out the night breeze. Bears captured the land, we staged a very loud concert of songs and dances that we do not know why yeast. Either from fear or from cold? There now - wet, quaking, hammering the teeth, we are, a few hours later and removed the boat arrived. It was not even the strength to make all that we think about them and the entire fishing industry in general.
Never forget this, blood preserver eyes and the smell, the smell of desperate fear and distracted the beast ...