In all this lingering adventure, plus so far I was in only one thing: that I (such a good fellow) did not stint on my money for my time, and I acquired a good extreme type tent, which for several days endured heavy rain, which never stopped give me a sec.

But the rest were just solid minuses. In a word, the grand campaign, conceived six months ago, failed! And how much effort, ideas, time was spent and all for nothing!

I was the initiator of this event, I have long wanted to leave a week away from civilization, with families, with good friends, to have volleyball in the afternoon, songs with a guitar, night swimming, morning fishing ... all as in the good old days. My classmates Yurka and Kolka agreed at once, and they persuaded their wives, or rather, dissuaded them from traveling to Turkey and Cyprus there, they say, and our nature is not worse! Well, there were never any particular difficulties with them, they were always easy to lift, it was more difficult with my wife Alena. No gingerbread will ever entice her to nature! Encephalitic mites, mosquitoes in the ass, toilet in the bushes (how is it even possible!?), No hygiene, no shower for you, no hot water, no bidet ... well, everything like that. I won’t tell you how I managed to persuade her what gold mountains were promised, anyway now you can’t do anything, your vacation is spoiled, but you will have to look for the promised gold mountains somewhere!

The idea of ​​the campaign originated in the winter, when on February 23, my beloved wife presented me with a “set of a young hiker” (a mug, a spoon, and, well, all sorts of pribludy), then I seriously caught up with this topic! Immediately with the men under the 0, 5 cold Zhuravushki this idea was discussed, and our girls warmly supported us. Well, in the morning, after cooling my sore head with an ice-cold beer, I began to make my plan, for the implementation of which the hottest time was chosen by my calculations, mid-July.

The hike was divided into three stages. A day on foot, two days by rafting on the river and another day on foot to the lake, and from there, by train, home. In order not to drag all the property on a hump, I took my own minibus, it was agreed that each of the days someone one of the men drives the transport to the next parking place, well, there is a campfire-lunch-dinner preparing and the rest of the group is waiting, oh yes , another vodka in the river cools, this is of course, in this heat.

That was so beautiful and everything was planned, but in reality ... on the first day, I started to hmarit, clouds over the sky, until we reached the starting point, the thunderstorm was over and a small downpour. I looked, my nose hung right away, it shoots with its eyes, saying: “well, what did I tell you, it came out that way”. Well, nothing, I sent them along the route, the first segment was the shortest and easiest, and he went to the place of the first stop to make a fire and make a camp.

Places there - zakachatsya: reserved. The river is clear, cold, the water in it is clear, the fish is splashing, the forest is near coniferous, as the writer would say - pastoral!

And mine quickly came, by six o'clock everyone was sitting by the fire, they missed three glasses each, they ate shish kebab, Yuri tuned up the guitar. I look and mine seemed to smile.

Well, I cheered up:

- Well, friends, comrades, - I say, - let's do it for the weather so that it does not spoil our vacation!

I do not know, I was not faithless, but, probably, in my own words I angered God of Weather. He allowed us to sit for another half an hour, and then how lavulo! (so it still pours without stopping).

We quickly brought everything to our tent, continued there, sat down for a while, finished the bottle, then the second one, you see, and the kebab was gone, the marching songs sang and they ran off midnight through their tents, still in the hope that we would be greeted with bright sun and our campaign will continue!

Morning greeted us with a shower more than ever, not to wash up on the river, or to make a fire.My pouted, then completely threw a tantrum, in general such things. I threw on my raincoat, went to Yurka in the tent, hang over and keep my advice! I look and Kolka is already there, and they already managed to miss the glass without me.

“We thought you were sleeping,” he murmured guiltily.

“Aha,” I thought, “as if you hadn’t heard the cries of my dear spouse,” but didn’t become out loud.

I silently stretched a mug. I also silently poured it into myself. The mood was bad. But as everything inside burned, it seemed so noisy in my head, it seemed that the “zhist” was getting better. I already wanted to overturn the second, as I crawled into my tent, all in tears, trembling, either from anger, or from cold, although in a sleeping bag, it was our heat, I was asleep in shorts.

- Stop eating vodka. All of you as you want, and I'm leaving home, take me to the station!

- Well, Allen, what are you, - Yurka tried ...

- Alain, yes, stay here, it will pour today, tomorrow the weather will get better, what are you doing? These are already the girls vied with each other.

- I said everything! - deafly, Alenka answered the stuffy nose and went back under the rain!

- Why are you? - Kolka stretched the newly filled circle.

- Ay th! - I abruptly waved my hand in my hearts and followed my wife.

In the tent, we talked a little more, although I knew that everything was no use, if my head was carried out into my head, then everything, you would not bring the light to the carcass, so you will try it yourself, until the bear zadert - stubborn!

There is nothing to do, I slept a little and after lunch I took her to the station, since they didn’t have much time to get away from her. There they arrived just in time for the train, I put her on the train, asked to call back, how she would come home. She gave me a nervous nod and finally flashed her eyes, completely turned away from the window, did not even wave with a hand.

I was left alone, angry, confused, depressed. Everything went to hell.

I went to the store, took more vodka for the future, and beer with crackers, so that I could not drive, I returned in the evening. Lilo from a bucket, in the place of our campfire there was a huge puddle. Fortunately the camp site was covered with pine needles and the glade has not yet begun to turn into a swamp.

I walked past the tents of my friends, listened: Kolka was snoring in one, Yurka in another. He stood for a minute, waved his hand in despair (there was even no one to drink with!) And went to his room. He sat in a tent on the edge of an inflatable mattress, leaning out and putting his legs in the hallway, opened a bottle of beer and emptied half with a volley, hiccupping and rearing the gases, unpacked a bag of salted crackers and crunched.

Through the veil of rain, the opposite bank of the river was barely visible.

In bad weather it is getting dark before, so I did not immediately notice the gray silhouette, slowly wandering towards the river.

“Someone from the girls,” I thought, “I couldn’t stand it, I went to drown” - I joked gloomily to myself, because I finished my third bottle of beer, and the mood was decadent and sarcastic. But the silhouette did not reach the river, turned to the nearest pine tree, froze, stitched around the belt, then sat down.

"Aaaa, for need, itch!", - flashed another thought. We ought to turn away, the rules of decency, all that, but at least to hell, everybody was soaked to the skin, like dogs, what propriety are here. On the contrary, I strained my eyes, trying to see something. Of course, besides the hunched silhouette in a gray cloak, he did not see anything, but he was able to dophantise how she threw open her raincoat, pulled off her workout - if it was Olga, or unzipped her jeans - if Vick, then pulled off her panties, crouched down, and a swift, tight stream shot out of her a fountain, knocking out conifer needles from the soil, foaming and mixing with the rain, and immediately absorbing into the loose coniferous carpet. Here she was a little squatting, probably shaking off the last droplets, so she dabbed her lips with a napkin, straightened up, pulled on her trousers, again began to flutter, probably all the same Vika, jeans buttoning. All these thoughts were the cause of the blood flow to my suddenly grown body, it became pleasantly hot in my pants, and the member became tickled from arousal. “To fuck her,” flashed a crazy thought, inspired by hops, excitement, resentment at his wife and forced inaction caused by the weather. When the silhouette returned, I saw that it was still Olga, Kolka's wife.

- Ol? - called ...