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My Trip To Siberia

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The road to Imiss.

The bus was taking me and one of my new friends to Imiss. I looked at the window. Behind the window, pictures of amazing beauty continually replaced one another. It seemed like I was inside a film, with such improbable, wonderful nature surrounding us everywhere.

		At one side of the road a rapid river flowed, it was Kazir which overflowed during the spring thaw. Very often water came close to the road, washing it out. It looked like somebody had cut the mountain with a big knife to slice open the rocks, which were now being healed over by grass and small trees. On the other side of the road there were mountains, hills, rocks covered with green grass and trees. Sometimes trees grow at unimaginable angles to the ground, clinging to it with their roots in an incredible way. A couple of times I felt a chill up my back and I began to whisper prayers because the road became very narrow due to rocks which had fallen down. It seemed the bus would never pass through this narrow place. But our experienced busman dashingly drove his "horse" without even slowing down. At last at one side of the road I saw a little house looking like a hut-on-hen's-legs from a fairy-tale. And at the other side an inscription "Imisscoye" appeared. The bus stopped.

At one side of the road a rapid river flowed, it was Kazir which overflowed during the spring thaw. Very often water came close to the road, washing it out. It looked like somebody had cut the mountain with a big knife to slice open the rocks, which were now being healed over by grass and small trees. On the other side of the road there were mountains, hills, rocks covered with green grass and trees. Sometimes trees grow at unimaginable angles to the ground, clinging to it with their roots in an incredible way.

A couple of times I felt a chill up my back and I began to whisper prayers because the road became very narrow due to rocks which had fallen down. It seemed the bus would never pass through this narrow place. But our experienced busman dashingly drove his "horse" without even slowing down. At last at one side of the road I saw a little house looking like a hut-on-hen's-legs from a fairy-tale. And at the other side an inscription "Imisscoye" appeared. The bus stopped.

My new friend helped me to carry my things out of the bus. I stayed with our things and she went to the house of the woman where I was going to live. I saw she went into the house and then came out with a smiling, young-looking woman. It was Pauline who was in a hurry to meet me.

She led me to her new house which she shared with her friend Valentine. (They had built the house together, so one half was Pauline"s and the other part was Valentine"s.) I was happy at last to get to the house and to rest from the endless road. But when I knew that a Russian bath was being stoked for me by Valentine, it surpassed all my expectations. After taking a steam bath, I had some food and sweet-scented herbal tea. Then I blissfully fell asleep in the bed which was carefully prepared for me by my sweet mistress.

She led me to her new house which she shared with her friend Valentine. (They had built the house together, so one half was Pauline"s and the other part was Valentine"s.) I was happy at last to get to the house and to rest from the endless road. But when I knew that a Russian bath was being stoked for me by Valentine, it surpassed all my expectations. After taking a steam bath, I had some food and sweet-scented herbal tea. Then I blissfully fell asleep in the bed which was carefully prepared for me by my sweet mistress.

The whole night the full moon looked into my window, and in my head one thought sparkled like a joyful multicoloured salute: "At last I get here!"

Imisskoye

The Imisskoye village stands on the river Kazir like many other villages of this area. On the other side of the river there are two mountains which look like sleeping dragons - one big and the other little. They are on the west, the sun goes behind them at night. According to the legend, earlier dragons lived in peace and friendship with people. But once they heard that the grief was coming from the west to the people. Then the big dragon lay down near the river and covered the village by himself to save the people. Now he's dreaming and his kid, the little dragon, is dreaming near him, too.

Inhabitants of Imiss go to Kazir-river on Sundays. At 11 o'clock a.m. the liturgy begins - people sing psalms glorifying God. One time I took part in such a liturgy, too. In the distance, you can see "the tail of a dragon". Such a pity I couldn't take perfect pictures with my cheap "soap box".

As an example of a common Siberian village I post here two photos of Cheremshanka. The photos was made by Oleg Bukharov, an ex-Muscovite and now the inhabitant of Cheremshanka.

	Here is the mountain in Cheremshanka		And here is the view from this mountain

Here is the mountain in Cheremshanka

And here is the view from this mountain

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