The journey that changed us all. Climbing the eastern peak of Elbrus - Alexander Petrov. Hike to the East Elbrus has changed us

The new academic year at the Lyceum began with the traditionalXXVIIrelay trip. These three warm autumn days became absolutely unforgettable for all participants of the campaign. Someone first helped cook dinner on a fire, went through an obstacle course, sang his first song with a guitar. It is amazing how such, at first glance, ordinary events can forever remain in a person’s memory. For twenty-seven years, this campaign has united lyceum students of all generations: teachers, students, graduates. Each of them remembers his first relay race. Routes, the program of campaigns changed. And only this: eye to eye, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand - remained unchanged. Walk four kilometers? It's easy when they go together. Cut firewood for the day? It's easy when they take turns sawing. Hold onto a slippery log? You can when you reach out your hand.

For three days the classes succeeded each other on the campaign, passing each other red flags instead of a baton. And every day was unique and amazing in its own way. New acquaintances and meetings of old friends. The arrival of experienced tourists: Lydia Dmitrievna Saenko, Galina Appolonovna Paramonenko, Ekaterina Eliseevna Sazonova, Tatyana Alekseevna Domasova - was a wonderful gift for the opening of the relay. Who knows, perhaps among today's tenth graders there are future teachers who will later return to the Lyceum. After all, it has also become a tradition.

The relay ended on Saturday. On this day, there were especially many graduates on the campaign. Such adults, independent, these guys actually showed what it means to be an experienced tourist.

Old and new songs by the fire. The main thing. Hugs of old and new friends. Forever and ever. Tears of parting. And then an invisible thread of connection between the times and generations of the Lyceum was born, pulled.

Hike - relay race- one of the best active types of recreation, which is also good for health. The biggest impression from the hike is the realization that you are at a new stage in the life of the lyceum. The hike surprised me with its diversity. That is, we not only passed tests, but also listened to spiritual stories, sang songs with a guitar. Thanks to this, I felt a connection with all the lyceum students. We were like one big family. Friends became friends.

The people who were with us that day remained a part of us. I would like to thank you for interesting stories, songs and a cozy atmosphere of all those who were involved in the campaign. This type of holiday will be remembered for a long time for its obstacles and adventures. Our class received invaluable experience, unforgettable feelings and joy.

10 V class

We often hear about lyceum brotherhood, lyceum spirit, lyceum friendship…. But where does it all come from? I think that this is not born during the many days of lyceum study - it is formed in the first days of the Lyceum ...

Yes, there is such a “little miracle” - a lyceum relay race, when all ideas are formed about your classmates, graduates, and teachers - all at once! The relay race is a tradition. Since 1990. Those who invented it were real visionaries: this is where the Lyceum begins .... I remember it. I know him.

And in the relay race of 2016, I was both a participant and a guest. I am both a lyceum student and a tourist of those first lyceum years. You know… The feeling of happiness and… belonging overwhelmed me. Songs, a guitar, fire smoke, the aroma of tea, hundreds of happy eyes, laughter, crossing the swamp, friends ... - this is one of the lyceum days, a day filled with joy to the moment ... Thank you all for this day, for smiles, for support, for friendship . For brotherhood.

May God grant that there are as many such days in your life as possible. And so that the word Lyceum on the covers of your notebooks, in your “Overheard”, in your hearts is written only with a capital letter .... Because this is the First. This is Lyceum….

L.D. Saenko

Relay hike is our space

Life became even brighter when we touched this cosmos. Words, it turns out, in a rich language are not enough to describe our feelings, emotions, delight. The heart is simply torn from the love that overwhelms us! Love for the forest, for the fire, for songs with a guitar, for people, for the lyceum, for life!

And now in order...

Our 10 "F" already at 8.30 (half an hour earlier!!!) was assembled and ready to go even to the ends of the world for joy. We were impatient and waiting for something unusual. After meeting the instructors (Nastya, Sasha, Kirill, Ilya and Nikita) and considering bananas for cake, tomatoes for salad and tea for tea (J) as something outlandish, we hit the road. Bouncing merrily, waving balloons and singing (very loudly, so that broken voices were discovered the next day) pieces of “Battery”, we walked along the road, and cars drove by and greeted us with bibicals. The start of the day was great!

When we finally walked 4.5 km, the forest began ... so autumnal, quiet, pacifying ... And suddenly a crowd ran out to meet us ... Someone in a red wig, someone in huge glasses, someone with a guitar at the ready! We immediately recognized the graduates of the Lyceum. Together with them, we went through the trials of dancing, music, jokes, jokes! They, already so grown up, probably felt like tenth graders. And we ... And we were great! Having successfully jumped over a blazing fire (someone even more than once), having received a baton (a small one), we ended up in a sacred place - in the camp. Tents, fires, impromptu tourist kitchens, which promised us a delicious lunch (thanks to Lyudmila Ivanovna Semenok and the instructor girls: Nastya Los and Sasha Mazurova!), met us very cordially.

Everything that happened was like magic, but at the same time everything was real. Our competitions... This is the road to the sun... Through dusty pants, wet sneakers, falling into the swamp and crawling on the ground... To victory, to joy, to happiness.

You know, it's not the place that makes the person, but the person makes the place. For the first time I understood the meaning of these words. It is the sincerity of the lyceum, the unity of current and former students, the interest and involvement of teachers in the tourism business that make you a part of something big, as if we all have one great goal. This trip has changed us all. We have become closer, better, stronger, happier. Definitely!

P.S. By the way, our campaign was reflected in 500 photos! J

Alexandra Dotsenko, 10 "F"

This was my first hike! No wonder I waited 2 years. I have never had so many feelings in one day. Everything was so friendly and sincere that there are simply no words! It was easy to go with the song, and besides, in good company. First, we asked an owl in Lyubuzha to fulfill our wishes (I hope that she really fulfills wishes). Then we approached the camp. There we were suddenly doused with water - so that we were ready for anything. But everyone's faces were cheerful and happy. Then I jumped over the fire for the first time. Soon we approached the place of our "landing", changed clothes and began to peel potatoes with our instructors. After that, we ate a little and went to the obstacle course. Of course, the swamp caused a lot of trouble: it is wet, and cold, and ... fun! I fell into a swamp, but I was not at all upset, because after the fall I am considered a real lyceum student! Then we were astronauts, climbed ropes, threw a heavy ball at a distance, hung on a rope, bungee. After all the competitions, we got hungry and went to dinner. After a delicious dinner, you could play volleyball, football, but I went to listen and sing songs with a guitar. This was spectacular! I will remember this trip for the rest of my life.

I would like to thank all the graduates, instructors, teachers and everyone who was with us that day. I fell in love with hiking and with great joy I will go to all the others. After all, it's so great! Thank you all for such a wonderful day!

Rodnova Maria, 10 "E" class

On Friday, my class and I went on a relay race trip. We got to the place for a long time, but fun. On the way we talked, got to know each other, had fun, took pictures and, of course, sang songs.

Approaching the camp, we saw strange people in incomprehensible clothes, who later turned out to be our instructors. They turned out to be funny guys who entertained us as much as they could, and their guitar songs were a great end to the day.

Well, the obstacle course is a separate issue. It seems to me that it was this part of the trip that united our class so much, and we really turned into one big family called 10 "E". With each new obstacle, we supported each other more and more. The most vivid emotions, of course, are associated with the swamp. And our instructors played an important role in this, who “helped” us in every possible way to get out of the swamp as “real lyceum students”.

And the dinner was also somehow special: the atmosphere of the campaign, and we, sitting around the fire, and the confidence that we are one team.

The hike is the very thing that I think I will remember for many years, the thing that showed us that life in the lyceum is not only study, but also rest, the thing thanks to which I realized that the atmosphere of the lyceum is not with nothing to compare and that we really are one big family.

And now I can also say with confidence: "PERSHI - LEPSHY"!

Anna Erosh, 10 "E"

I don’t know about others, but I received a lot that day vivid impressions. I am very glad that in our time we can just go camping, have fun. The relay race is a prime example of this.

I don't know a single person who doesn't enjoy hiking. The relay race not only brings classmates together, but also the classes as a whole. It is unlikely that we all would have met without him. I was very impressed that the graduates do not forget about their native lyceum, trips, teachers. Without them, this would be a completely different event, because it is they, especially at the beginning, that create an atmosphere of warmth and fun. Well, then, when everyone gets to know each other, the trip becomes the most unforgettable event in the lyceum life. Interesting and funny contests did not leave anyone indifferent. Oh, those falls into the swamp…. I so wanted to fall into it, but, apparently, it was not fate. But it was still a lot of fun! Showing a heart from the hands, standing on a staggering log, is very difficult, but this heart must have impressed everyone. And I also want to say that, adoring such trips, I was very glad that they were held in the lyceum. I went to the lyceum because of them too, because they are the source of the special atmosphere of the first lyceum.

Nastya Manysheva, 10 "E"

I think that the relay race-2016 went perfectly. It was one of the best days ever in my life. He brought a lot of emotions and wonderful moments to my life and the life of our class. We got wonderful instructors, and in many respects thanks to them this trip will be remembered for a long time. We were greeted by graduates of previous years. They also did a lot to make our trip as good as possible. There was a special atmosphere in the forest, which you can feel only when you are there. There were so many unforgettable moments that I want to relive again. Songs with a guitar, jumping over a fire and the relay race itself will remain in my memory for a long time. This campaign seemed to me a kind of initiation into the ranks of lyceum students. I would like to go hiking again and spend time in nature among the trees, inhaling the smoke from the fire.

A hero is born among a hundred, a wise man is among a thousand, but a perfect man may not be found even among a hundred thousand. ( Plato, philosopher)

Many times I was convinced that “tracers” do not see the beauty that is around us. I have observed many times that many see the beauty in the revolutions in the air. Arriving from Altai, I realized that I had been to the most beautiful place. All this time I thought that the real parkour is to overcome obstacles in the city, to move smoothly. But this trip changed everything...

When I got on the bus, I felt some excitement, because I had never seen what it was like, this Altai. We drove all night. In the morning, when we arrived, seeing Roman's car, I calmed down, all the excitement was gone, I saw all the beauty around me. I did not even imagine that it would be so beautiful. Then we moved to 6-wheeled ZILs and drove off. Along the way, I saw snowy peaks, the beauty of Altai that I had never seen before, I realized that this was only the beginning.

And – here we are. When I first put on a 20-kilogram backpack, I had no idea what was ahead of me, and whether it would be so dangerous.

I stood at the cliff and here is the first test - Descent.

THE FIRST DAY

When I approached the cliff, I saw a steep slope and very great height. The feeling of hunger is gone. Oleg's words cheered me up and I decided to go. I knew that this was only the beginning of my journey, and there was no need to get injured. I was in the top five, which means we are pioneers - we cannot choose paths where people cannot go. A guy was following me, his name was Nikita, I saw how his legs were trembling when he descended, without hesitation I took the rope and gave it to him. I held it almost to the very descent. Somewhere at the end of the descent was the most dangerous section - steep, the stones slide under you. At that moment, I began to appreciate my life, one careless movement can lose it. I pulled myself together and went. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for - solid ground under my feet - we did it! And after that, I felt like a winner, and here a different feeling arose, a feeling that you need to overcome your fear, not to leave what you can do now unfinished. After the descent, I felt pain in my knee, I wanted to eat. We safely reached the place where we stopped, ate and moved on. We walked, I did not have time to photograph everything around, the rocks imperceptibly grew along which we had to pass. Walking along the rocks, I noticed a slight trembling in my legs, my face was thrown into sweat. I remained calm and did not react to my instincts - fear, fear of heights. I was very tired, I was aware of this only with my body, and I decided for myself that I needed to act decisively, to make every step firm. At that moment, the legs stopped slipping, and the fingers began to hold the rocks more firmly, but there was only one thought in my head: “Be strong and go on.”

Having reached the first overnight stay, I felt all the charm of the rest, my arms and legs hurt. When it got dark, I slightly raised my head and saw the Milky Way, noticed how many stars really were in the sky, as if I were watching millions of galaxies. After enjoying the view, I went to bed. In the morning I felt pain in my back, it was very hard to get up. When I washed my face with ice water, having done a warm-up in the morning, I was ready to go again.

SECOND DAY

On the second day we walked a lot. It was hot. The path was long. The pain in my shoulders made me stop sometimes. We reached the place of spending the night and rested, because a lot of kilometers were overcome along the rocks, uphill and downhill. It was already dark, and I again sat down to look at the starry sky. I looked and remembered my home, that it is so far away. I thought about what will happen tomorrow. The cold made me go to sleep.

DAY THREE

The next morning, I again felt pain in my back and legs, but cold water and a warm-up brought me to my senses. When I heard that we were going to cross the icy river, I no longer had a feeling of fear or panic, I simply agreed with this and accepted it as an obstacle to be overcome. And so we went. After walking to the middle, I stopped feeling the tips of my toes. Suddenly, I saw how our girl (Dasha) was beginning to be carried away by the current, her belayers picked her up, I quickly caught up with her and held her to the shore. After making sure there was no one behind me, I got out of the water, took off my sneakers and buried them in the hot sand, and even then I still couldn't feel my toes. After a while, I started to come to my senses. After checking that my whole body was functioning, I continued to walk with our group. Having reached the camp, we had to cross the river again, rounding the Chulcha River, which flows into Chulyshman, by such two crossings. But Chulyshman was deeper in this place, and the current was stronger. I was already full of strength, I believed in myself, in my strength, I believed that I could swim.

The first was Oleg, he had to make insurance for us so that we would not drown, but, holding on to the rope, could cross to the other side. Seeing how Oleg swam, and then how hard it was to get ashore with a rope, I gained confidence and strength. I had no doubt that we would succeed, but then the mistress of the local land came running, screaming a lot and forbade us to swim across the river, worrying about us. She said that the Lady of the River does not forgive mistakes and takes away all the weak. And suddenly there was a desire to cross the river, I was excited, there was a desire, but there was no way - we had to give in. Sasha and Vova left to look for a safer crossing point. I stayed to wait for Sasha and Vova. Oleg came up, said that we would stay here, and he went after Sasha and Vova. We waited for a long time, at which time the whole group split up. The main part of the entire trek group decided to separate, swim across the river on a boat, and go to the final point “B”, skipping the test with a crossing on the way. We all stayed and waited.

Seeing the returning guys, I woke up again, I knew that now we will go further. It is a very dangerous thing to cross the mountain river Chulyshman. The mistress of the land, who did not give us the opportunity to continue the crossing with a rope, provided us with a boat instead of this, and for today we decided to swim across the river, like everyone else.

There are 10 of us left.

There are 10 of us left (out of 45), the rest of the group went to the final point. Once on the other side, we went the other way, it was too late to go to point “B”. When we returned to the camp, there was still no one there, I was still worried about one feeling - the feeling that I had not overcome one of the obstacles - the river, I could not. Before us also remained the Waterfall - the final point "B". The guys suggested going to the waterfall in the morning. I agreed and knew that tomorrow would be very difficult.

It was already dark, and finally, the detached group returned. Everyone returned in discord and some panic, many became ill from such a transition, I only saw how everyone fell on the grass - to rest, and fatigue in their eyes. I realized that tomorrow I could return like this - completely tired and hungry, but I did not feel any fear or excitement. I decided - I'm going, and if I oversleep - I lost, and I will live with this all my life. Before going to bed, I realized that there was no alarm clock, but I had to get up very early, then it was as if I programmed my body to get up at the right time for me.

DAY FOUR

Morning. I got up half an hour before everyone else, it was my small victory - to get up earlier, make a fire, give everyone tea to drink and go. Everything happened as I planned: I lit a fire, made tea. The guys got up, and we decided to go with our already formed group. The transition was long. We reached the Uchar waterfall (translated from Altai - “Flying”), but the final point was at the top of the waterfall - the high mountain lake Dzhulukul, from where Uchar originates. Oleg and Sasha went ahead, I was determined and wanted to get to the top. Asking who is with me, he began to climb up. There were 2 of us. We quickly went - we had to keep up with Oleg and Sasha. Along the way, there were a lot of dangerous moments when you could lose the most precious thing - your life. But at that moment I already felt absolutely nothing, neither fear nor excitement. With pure consciousness and determination in his movements, he began to catch up. Having caught up with Oleg and Sasha, we heard that someone was coming behind us, it was another of our charged guys - Vova. And we, without any doubt, began to climb up.

When there were a few meters left before the ascent, I tried not to look back, and, having risen, I turned around and tasted the whole taste of this victory: “I overcame, I could!”. We sat down, and again I felt a certain excitement - I remembered that I had not crossed the river, and this remained our untrodden section. After a little thought, I decided to just forget it and began to descend. Having descended and reached almost the camp, I was very tired and hungry, but then I heard Oleg's proposal - to swim across the river (the obstacle that remained unsurpassed), in a deeper section, where there are no rapids and stones.

And then an explosion occurred in me: I forgot what fear, hunger is. I really wanted to do what I could not do yesterday - to overcome Chulyshman on the segment where he absorbed the waters of the second river - Chulcha. I gathered all my strength and decided: “We must swim!”.

5 eros sailed: Oleg, Sasha, I, Rodion and another Sasha. Going to the river, I saw how fast it was, how it carried stones with the current, how cold it was when you stepped into it. Taking a deep breath, I took a step and knew - there is no way back - only forward! Having swum more than half, I began to feel my body go numb, my hands become heavier, more and more often I begin to breathe. There is no way back. There was only one thought in my head: “Swim quickly, because everything is going numb.” And, behold, I almost swam, I began to worry, and suddenly fear appeared, but I remained determined and knew that I had to swim. Stepping on the ground, I was delighted. I was extremely happy at that moment.

I swam! I did it!

The guys all got to the shore, everything is fine. I stopped thinking about everything, I wanted to sit down and be silent. Another guy swam after us - Timur, who arrived in time a little later with a group carrying apples bought from local residents. He began to swim, I began to worry about him, but after he firmly stood on the ground, the excitement evaporated. Well, everyone got safe and sound! A car was already waiting for us, ready to take us home.

Sitting on a stone, I realized. I realized what real parkour is. It's not city jumping that you practice every day to be better than someone else. This is the moment when you need to overcome yourself from the inside, whether it is the fear of going down the mountain, climbing the rocks, or swimming across the icy raging river. I felt complete satisfaction, there was no longer any burden that would prevent me from sleeping at night.

Seven hours of climbing the eastern summit of Elbrus means seven hours of headaches, nosebleeds, ruptured eardrums, thirst, watery eyes. And our group broke into the top of the highest mountain in Europe.

In mountains, the gravitational constant is not constant at all. With a backpack, it increased three times, with each step it increased exponentially, while resting, it reset the value to the earth. And having stopped for the night, people could cover one and a half times the distance in a step, while hovering in the air for a fraction of a second. Here, the distance is measured not in kilometers, but in hours to overcome it, and the speed is measured in vertical meters per hour. Here is such an entertaining physics in the mountains.

Everyone who stood on the top of Elbrus (5621 m) wanted their relatives, friends and relatives, with whom they had to share their impressions upon arrival home, to be there. For everyone understood that neither with the help of countless adjectives from the dictionaries of Ozhegov, Dahl and Suvorov taken together, nor with the help of photographs taken with the most professional camera by the most gifted photographer of the Magnum agency, nor with the most hyperactive hand gestures at a speed of 800 gestures per minute, it was impossible to describe what you see and convey what you feel.

But this thought was far away… There were nine days left before it… A day, remembering which, each participant will be choked with emotions.

CLIMBING EASTERN ELBRUS STARTED DIFFICULT

In the meantime, a motley group, consisting of two brigades, was gaining the first vertical meters from the village of Verkhny Baksan. The brigades marched at intervals of 10 minutes. Each meter made me more and more doubt the adequacy of my assessment of my own strength. But on the first night no one voiced this thought. The camp was set up on the left bank of the river Kyrtyk.

While preparing dinner, the first foreman asked for a couple of cans of stew. This is 2 x 525 = 1050 g… Several emaciated bodies rushed to the side, violently tearing backpacks and scattering things, trying to get to the hated tins. Someone was lucky ... someone unloaded ...

The first night was hectic. For all. Someone was physically weaker, someone was weak in spirit, and someone had a weak stomach ...

The brigades left the forest zone. Nothing foretold thrash and frenzy. During a long journey, during which many felt the feeling of departing consciousness and approaching fainting, the column went to the right into the gorge of the Ulluesenchi River. The trail was gaining degrees, and the foremen did not slow down. The body was sweating.

THE WORSE, THE BETTER

Only ascorbic acid and dextrose monohydrate in bearish doses could help keep consciousness. The group fell for 2 hours of march to the pass. The program of the evening was a jacuzzi bath. There was no strength, the veins were torn, someone was silent, someone was not. Hell transition. Some of the participants will later call these days the most difficult in the campaign.

Day three. The Kyrtykaush pass became a turning point for some, a break for some, and for some it remained just a pass. 3232 m. The feat of the heroes of the Caucasus is immortal in the heart of the people. 3154 m. Islamchat pass. The brigades were stretched out... The rear guards of the first and second caught up.

The path of the group was blocked mountain river glacial origin. The group got up. The alcohol was brutally diluted with alcohol. The dream was serene, and the parking lot was illuminated by a myriad of stars.

The next day, the climbers spent the whole day in worries and deeds: they knitted knots, bayed ropes, repaired crampons, mastered the technique of climbing with a top belay, and a rappel with it. They dried bloody corns in the sun, healed pulled ankle joints, drank narzan and bathed in it. They received additional doses of radiation that were missing in urban conditions.

The group was on course. Passed the stone bridge across the Malka without casualties and further along the left bank of the Djila Su broke through towards Elbrus, to the frozen lake Dzhikaugenkez. The point of no return has been passed, and the path to civilization now lies only through the eastern peak. This thought could not but excite and excite. The group walked about 8 hours dry. Dust creaked on the teeth, raised by climbers when moving along the scree. Dry and unpleasant.

The camp stood on a moraine at the peak of Kalitsky. An outlet was only compote, cooked to the conscience, so that even an ice ax stood.

CRACK TYPES

The next morning, having increased their traction properties by means of crampons and fastened into bundles, the group went out onto the glacier. Along the way, there were ice cracks, bared by icicles, but smiling and ready to receive bundles at any moment.

There were also sad cracks with a snow gag, there were killer cracks, there were young and old ... There were a lot of cracks, but three bunches stubbornly overcame them, some dutifully bypassing, some jumping over, trying not to look down, some crossing over the miraculously preserved snow bridge.

Three "leaders" walked, constantly probing the snow-ice cover with ice axes, walked confidently, walked along the slope of Elbrus to the rocks of the Achkeryakol lava flow. Today the cracks were not hungry, so by the middle of the day the camp stood at an altitude of about four thousand in the starting lineup. The radial exit light to the future camp of the assault camp was given relatively simply.

The group scored six hundred vertically. Six hundred, which in fifteen hours had to be overcome with merciless shoulder weights. Sleep was restless.

On the altimeter 4546. Assault camps are broken. Climbers, armed with ice axes and trekking poles, go to the ice slope to practice self-holding techniques.

In the event of a fall, it is necessary to immediately, before the sliding speed has developed, take measures to arrest:

1 - without releasing an ice ax from both hands, turn on your stomach;

2 - raise the toes of the legs so as not to catch the cats on the slope (otherwise they will turn them upside down);

3 - with a hand bent at the elbow, plunge the beak of the ice ax into the slope, lean on it with all the weight of the body and slow down at all costs.

The forecast for the next five days leaves climbers without an acclimatization day. At the first opportunity, the group starts climbing the eastern peak of Elbrus.

CLIMB EASTERN ELBRUS OR DIE

31.08.09. At 5:30 a.m. Systems tightened, flashlights on. Having strung themselves on a rope, the climbers moved towards the top. Step by step, meter by meter… 4600, 4700… 30 minutes, 40, 50…

The bunch had a dozen meters left before the first halt, when the command “Failure!” sounded. - the second climber abruptly changed the vector of movement and began to pick up speed. In a moment, the whole bunch clung to the glacier, into which 7 beaks were stuck, continuing to press the ice axes into the ice with their whole body. Uniform acceleration lasted for several seconds… The pulse was under 200… The rope hummed and pulled the systems of the first and third climbers… A shiver from the rope ran through the bundle, but there was no chain reaction.

The climbers moved on... 4800... The bunch entered the zone of incomplete acclimatization. The partial pressure of oxygen decreased, the internal pressure tried to catch up with the external one. Nobody canceled this law of physics in the mountains, especially the brain felt it.

Stopping the supply of oxygen to the brain for six to eight seconds leads to loss of consciousness, and within five to six minutes it causes irreversible changes in the cerebral cortex.

The snow tasted terrible... Because it was tasteless. Climbers furiously plunged oxygen into themselves, tearing their nostrils with a cold air mixture. But even pulmonary ventilation increased by 30% could not save from hypoxia. Hemoglobin skyrocketed. Step, second, stop, inhale-exhale, inhale-exhale... inhale. 5500.

The last earthly seventy meters were the most pleasant. When the final goal fell into the visibility zone, when it was a 10-15 minute walk, when the climbers realized that they were at the finish line, when they felt the effect of the strongest drug and they feel so good when ...

50 meters, 49.5, 49, 48.5 meters are the most pleasant, when you are already at the top in your mind, when you imagine that after a minute of rest, a group photo will be taken. When you haven’t reached it yet, but you know that now only a heartbreak can stop you, when a little more, but you are sure ...

I am sure that all this was not in vain, that 9 days of anguish were worth 20 minutes spent at the top, and you know that this is not the last ascent. And now you know exactly how you want to die, and those tears that run down your cheeks are tears of a great overcoming of yourself. You know that if insanity covers you, then the last thing you forget, after your own name, will be mountains, because this is never forgotten ...

10, 9.5, 9.1… 5621… 5621 and not a meter below. Seven hours of inverted stomachs, diarrhea, headaches, nosebleeds, ruptured eardrums, thirst, watery eyes, oxygen-deprived thigh muscles... Organisms won't forget this for a long time...

And the group broke into the eastern peak of Elbrus, highest mountain Europe.

TRIP TO EASTERN ELBRUS CHANGED US

The assault camp received the descending conquerors with hot tea and warm soft sleeping bags. The night threatened a possible light rockfall due to a storm wind rising on the rocks. They were just threats.

We left along the line of the route through the Irik glacier, the Irik-Chat pass, the valley of the Irik river to the southeast with a course of 137 degrees. The brigades entered the forest zone. The camp got up after a couple of hours of march to the village of Elbrus. By the fire in the eyes of the climbers read wild joy, fatigue, confidence and devastation. A desire to live on the first day of autumn awakened in me.

And let a considerable time pass, I will not forget how here I was able to kill doubts in myself.

At 23.45 Moscow time, passenger traffic crashed into the metro ring. It was regurgitated from its bowels by the branded train No. 003 Kislovodsk - Moscow. The stream was full of people. People's heads were full of thoughts, emotions, memories, ideas. Standing out from the stream with shoulder weights and with ice axes at the ready, there were two people who had to share memories and emotions with relatives, friends and relatives. “What a pity that you were not around then ... It was wonderful.”

Mountains change people. Even Muscovites became so severe that they shaved with an ice pick, played football in crampons, and descended from the balcony on a rappel to get bread.

postscriptum: For inside use only.

Dyatlov Pass… Scientists demand to re-investigate the criminal case started back in 1959. Nine students of the Ural Polytechnic University headed by Igor Dyatlov went on a campaign. What happened is a mystery. All died. Almost simultaneously.

Official cause of death: "A force they were unable to overcome." And since then, ufologists have been talking about an attack by aliens, mystics about the revenge of evil spirits, conspiracy theorists about testing superweapons.

To dot the "i", Channel One and Komsomolskaya Pravda sent an expedition to the Dyatlov Pass, in which both the route and the equipment of that deadly campaign were completely recreated.

The Dyatlov group began its campaign just as carelessly. Subpolar Urals. Space. Romance! Turned out it was a one way trip. Nine people - nine mysterious deaths.

Recreate the details, understand who or what killed the tourists. They went camping in January 1959. Sports guys and two girls.

Photo for memory. For eternal. The film will be shown by the investigators. The leader is Igor Dyatlov. But the participants are floundering in the snow - a prophetic shot. On that last night, as always, they set up a tent.

At night, something drove people out. On a terrible frost fled who in what. Without clothes, without boots. Even barefoot. The tent will then be found torn to pieces. The tourists themselves cut their only shelter from the inside.

"When the rescuers found the tent, all the buttons, except for the bottom two, as we see now, were buttoned up," says Nikolai Varsegov, a special correspondent for the Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper.

“I spent a trip in the same area, only 50 kilometers to the south. And we even agreed to meet with the Dyatlov group,” recalls Vladislav Karelin, master of sports of the USSR in tourism.

They were missed in Sverdlovsk only two weeks later. When all deadlines have passed...

“We flew around in a helicopter, looked from Ivdel, no one was visible anywhere. But the thought already flashed, we need to look for non-living people,” says Karelin.

Yury Doroshenko and Yury Krivonischenko were found, Igor Dyatlov and two other participants were found higher up the slope. The rest were found only in May, when the snow melted. Examination showed: tourists froze. But they were injured - broken ribs, skull bones. Lyudmila Dubinina had her tongue torn out.

First thought: dealt with them. Poachers, runaway prisoners, hunters of the Mansi people.

“I am struggling with these versions, because there were no traces,” says Pyotr Bartolomey, master of sports of the USSR in tourism.

He was one of the first to visit the scene of the tragedy - he participated in the search. Academician, master of sports, in 1959 Petya Bartolomey was a student. For half a century he has been saying: it was not people who killed the group. And not animals.

“There was a tent, trodden tracks around this tent and running tracks down the slope. There were no other people there,” says Bartolomey.

From the Mansi language "Kholatchakhl" is translated as "dead mountain". Even before the death of tourists, it was considered a bad place. Hunters allegedly saw fireballs here.

What this person will now tell about sounds strange, but there are several such witnesses: "In 2002, I accidentally witnessed an unusual phenomenon in a night forest. I saw a light unexpectedly. And this light reacted in my opinion."

His eyes seemed to attract a fireball. Yuri assures: he felt the danger with his skin. Don't look. Don't turn around. He is sure: the Dyatlovites could not look away.

“They shoot a kind of shock wave aimed at a person’s eyes in order to hit the brain through the person’s eyes,” says Yuri. “But the Dyatlovites were on the move, it didn’t hit the eyes, which means it broke through the temple.”

The last frame from the last film. No matter how much they looked at it, no one understood what it was. But the object is clearly hanging in the air. The truth is somewhere near?

“Well, we are serious people, why even raise this topic of aliens,” says Yuri Kuntsevich, head of the Dyatlov Group Memory Foundation.

Yury Kuntsevich knows everything about the Dyatlov group, except for the causes of death. In his collection are their equipment, their photographic films and a complete collection of versions. He himself believes that tourists have wandered where they do not need to.

“It was the Chistopsky test site. Or it was an unsuccessful rocket launch. Maybe it was a test of some kind of ammunition,” Kuntsevich says.

“The Burya missile made a so-called slide before reaching the target. It went up and then dived sharply.

The long arms of the secret services. During the years of perestroika, the KGB was blamed in absentia for the death of the Dyatlovites. Allegedly barely alive witnesses of secret tests were simply "removed". There were no traces. But someone's lantern was found on the tent.

He stayed for three weeks. But the flashlight worked. Therefore, someone visited shortly before the arrival of the search engines. Who? It's a mystery.

This whole story is a mystery. Although the answers may be on the surface. The Dyatlov group could simply be covered with an avalanche.

"When the snow began to settle under the tent, they jumped out of the tent, ran to the side. They called, they fell under another avalanche. Part of the group was dragged down the slope. At a moment of stress, they ran into the forest. They lit a fire and froze," the Head of the School believes avalanche safety FAR Sergei Vedenin.

But for a legend, this is somehow trite. After all, for half a century they have not removed the stamp "secret" from the materials of the case. And the conclusion of the investigators destroys all the canons of Soviet materialism. The Dyatlov group was destroyed by an unknown force ...

The mystery of the Dyatlov Pass next week will be told on Channel One and on the pages of Komsomolskaya Pravda by those who have spent their lives searching for clues. The most daring versions are in the "" program on Tuesday and Wednesday, April 16 and 17. Then on the morning of Saturday, April 20, the revelations of those who visited the pass - in the documentary "". The results of this journalistic investigation in the program "" with Andrei Malakhov.

The sun was hiding behind the clouds, evening was approaching, all day, there was a terrible heat on the street, I wanted to feel the evening, summer coolness and finally breathe calmly. But before this coolness is still a couple of hours, which means that for now we need to move on. Toward evening we will set up camp, make a fire, but this is later, but now we have to go.

It all started a couple of weeks ago, summer began and our dreams of a long-planned trip finally came true. Our company of 6 people, two couples and me and Nastya, she is very beautiful, but more on that later. Alena and Kirill have been dating for about 5 years, as far as I can remember, they always quarrel, but at the same time they love each other, and this trip is not just for them, but Alena does not know this yet. As soon as we get to our destination, to the top of the mountain, from where a gorgeous view opens, Kirill will still make an offer to Alena. And another couple, they've only been dating for a year, probably the most romantic couple I've ever met. They are the complete opposite of Alena and Kirill, this sweetest couple Marina and Nikita.

And so, day X, we gathered with the guys at the appointed point, the weather was "Gorgeous", but no one refused to go, it was raining. We decided to get to the transshipment point by bus, spend the night, and tomorrow go further, and that's what we decided. The transit point turned out to be a pretty nice place, a couple of houses, a picturesque area and a watchman Kuzmich. He is the one who settled us all in one house. We went into the house and saw a small but cozy kitchen, a small sofa and a TV in front of it, a staircase to the second floor, and there were three rooms, we were settled with Nastya. Late evening came, the guys went to their rooms, they joked all evening about Nastya and me, one room, one bed, to be honest, I would love to sleep with her, but I have to lie down on the sofa in the living room. I stood on the street, and blew smoke from my mouth, just smoked. The smoke turned out to be either thick or almost imperceptible, and what a wonderful smell from a cigarette at night, these are completely different sensations, at night the cigarette stretches in a completely different way, you want to pull it and pull it so that it does not end, but unfortunately I smoked up to the filter, And outside, it was just the beginning. The smell of the night, the smell of freedom drove me crazy, my favorite time of the day, I breathe easier and the melody of the street is completely different, I live every day for this, to listen and see the night, no matter what time of the year, the night is always beautiful.

I thought about my own and did not notice how someone came up from behind, it was Nastya:

- Let's go to sleep?

“Am I not staying on the couch?”

- Well, if you really want to, stay!

I followed her, she was like an angel, that very night, before that I did not notice her, like a girl, what a fool I was! She sat on the bed, took a bottle of wine out of her backpack and handed it to me for me to open. Somewhere from behind the walls, moans were heard, it betrayed me even more excitement. But not this time, we talked with her all night, she fell asleep on my chest and it was the best sex in my life, not we, but our souls, made love and I fell in love.

We walked all day, the heat was unbearable, but a little more and we will set up camp. Alena found an amazing place, they set up tents there, lit a fire, I stared at the fire, the flame either decreased or flared up again, in it one could watch the dance of two lovers, the fire showed all the passion, all the love, tenderness that was going on between them, I stared so hard that I barely heard how Nastya began to play the guitar.

After dinner, everyone went to tents, this night, I decided to spend under the stars, a sea of ​​​​stars and I swim in them, clean air, night, a fire and stars, Nastya lay down next to me, we fell asleep on the grass, under open sky. A couple more hours and we'll be there. The guys and I already knew every path that leads us to the place, we ran in childhood with our parents, potatoes in the fire, songs with a guitar, and most importantly, young parents, now they will not be able to go such a long way, but we will bring them photos and videos, time flies quickly, only yesterday, my mother took me to first grade, and now she wants to take her grandchildren to school, but so far, alas, I cannot give her such happiness.

While I was thinking about my parents, Nikita and Marina had a fight for the first time, and they walk in silence, well, it’s good, this pink vomit will not be heard.

The moment that our whole company was waiting for, as we expected, we got to the place in the evening, it was already dark, fires were burning somewhere far away, the sound of a small river was heard, the moon took its place on the pedestal, illuminating everything around with moonlight. Cyril got down on one knee in front of Alena, they would have seen her tears of happiness, this once again proves that they love each other very much. I finally made up my mind and Nastya and I were together, but Marina and Nikita remained just as cute, but already with scandals, passion played in them, as Kirill says.

This hike changed our lives, we began to meet more often and spend time together, we visit our parents more often. We began to devote more time to each other, and this is the most important thing! Take care of yourself and loved ones!

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