“It was Monday, the frost in the morning…”

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Monday was a wonderful day, frost in the morning good, and the signs do not signs of another trouble,

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."
The sun as usual shone in the right eye, frost was stevil snow sho sea, kaneshno -32 overboard not +30, fun muttered receiver on the first channel, and… the sight of open sea by a vast forest… BAM!

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."
Braked exactly at the checkpoint, all passes checked, Schaub is the photo of the driver matches the photo of the machine. Sho driven by the inventory looked, long wrinkled forehead on the fire extinguisher, they say on the pressure gauge of fire extinguisher certificate?
Chichas draw while drawing certificate, security danced to celebrate the jig, and photographed the great crime of the century as well in a distant voyage, and without the spark arrester, well clear of the disorder require the most severe punishment. I did not have time to blink and then the swimming and the spark arrestor.
But security not for nothing was up so early as had been slipped act, osvidetelstvovanie my crime, I was zavazadla,… they say do not want such a voyage on a Caravel with a spark arrester, but a large volume of heavy cargo ships, from a distance, this indignant tone. That had silently swallowed the insult, to dive into the abyss of the unknown, with a menacing order to get far in the country, the unknown spark arrester.

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."
And everyone,…. the weather was not pleased, the sun was shining wrong, the trees immediately pokrivale, and the snow is generally blue as it is not the sea, who does all that, it was inserted without permission… Although Berendeevo a Kingdom, adjoining lands of grandfather Frost, with the space silence did not agree with my grumbling.

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."

But you must admit dear old-timers mess, spaces still fascinating… of course the sea these things are not real, but the blue and vastness, but a quiet rustle of the waves, the crunch of snow under the wheels, as it pushes somewhere over the horizon all far-fetched problems of our great land…

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."

And the spark arrestor is mandatory when you cross a winter leg of the pipeline Blue stream, so quietly beneath the snow with a barely audible trembling earth the power of the Yamal Peninsula to Europe( gas pipeline of the Bovanenkovo-Ukhta to you Peter).

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."
Lightly frost so the car did not want to leave like that… and photographed on the go, on the principle important in a rut to get in there and do what you want, listen to the radio, I want like take pictures, Yes on the gas, don’t forget to press,…

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."

And I was pushed successfully that he had reached the port of destination, in the form of another oil field,… where suddenly not know what material, welder Belarusian total for 1000 rubles bungled a couple of hours of that unfortunate spark arrestor, even a couple of days aktirovki, when it was forbidden to work on the street does not spoil the nature of this spark arrester, without drawings to eye, BAM-mats, a few deft movements, and from under the hands of a magician of a welder is born from nothing so cute, though… and then the sweet if it is about nature…

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."
Here, even dogs are in nature very different than a close human world. Where we are all each other hinder. You go that way in a residential complex, but that’s the sort of broke something, sometimes rusty as this time sometimes colorful, but always independent, and respectable, lazy eyes will open, they say someone in our region that brought.

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."

Shaking hands politely with the beast and it is possible to get a polite response in the form of a couple of strokes of the tail against the floor zastavlyaya all points over “I”, like who’s the boss,… then you will not hear barking silly, or undignified whining, all solid and with dignity… Hell the way who will give way, and so have to step over rasplyvshuyusya beast,….

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."
Hmm, mother nature it still is a great thing, and even in the presence or absence of the spark arrester is that in the depths did not mean kindled the flames,… me, as is Pushkin, in the cold Yes a wonderful day, banished to be on unknown territory, for that same spark… the most that on is the middle of nowhere, so where the devil roams and the mermaid on branches were just,…. and Nona had it since the branches in the snow slipped off then, if you search well, and find in the snow and not the tacos, maybe…

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."
And thoughts are actually simple when it sucks, and there’s that same spark, although very needed, mother nature will always help… just want to have this…. and all this comes of itself in the head while going to appear and curse everything in the world, the kilometer, and here’s eye still creeps into you blue and vast, albeit cold but krasotischa… leaving behind all the petty hardships,…

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."

And in the continuation of the text, which is admittedly not very much quite and smooth and clear… after reading these comments left on the winter road for work naturally… I had an hour to stand on the road waiting for a pull from a ditch by a KAMAZ truck, stand… look at all the fuss, against the background of a cute sinewy, everything went well, without casualties, to leave aside for the winter road is a common thing. Yesterday he just sat in the ditch waiting for cars with steel cable,…. at such moments to photograph as you do not want… much less yourself… that’s such beautiful nature is obtained, with a tint of blue…

Good luck to everyone on the road, and just in the way…

"Был понедельник, морозило с утра..."

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