What is dangerous dancing in unfamiliar terrain?
During my cloudless childhood and radiant youth summer camps were quite popular. Pioneer there, labor camps and recreation, sports and recreation. Probably, there are no people among my generation who at least once did not go to those institutions of summer children’s and teenage rest. Who willingly, with a light heart and a pure soul, and who-volunteer force. Once parents told — “it is necessary”, how did you miss it?! Photo: Depositphotos But if the kids and different pioneers there in the camps attracted something like an evening fire with baked potatoes, different campaigns and competitions, then the older people already had their priorities. And last but not least among them was… Dancing! Well, what do you want? Enough hormones already. And they play in a healthy body, like young wine. And throw them somewhere like it is necessary. And here… Dancing, schmancy, tightrope. And not only pregenancy. Dancing — it’s an event… where the same adrenaline — more than! Well, if someone does not believe… So here’s the story of life is appropriate. At that time we were in the camp of work and rest near Krasnodar. Three days to those places by rail to Barstow. Well at least, direct, bypassing Moscow. Tired, of course, decently. But the first night… and Many more things not time to unpack, as someone that knows the news broke in bill, “the Boys… Saturday after today! In the village club, how to drink, dance!”Well, the people and rushed. Not even belted. Have preceptories, poured in half a tin of Cologne each and osvistali on these dances. We’ve only seen them. Well, gone and gone. And those who remained were engaged in their own business: “Roofing felt sang, Boris was silent, Nicholas leg shaking”. But we have not had time and half of their chores to do, stumbles into the house (and our houses are four entrances was upgraded) one of those who recently left. Bursts all so disheveled, with stray below his belt Trouser shirt… barging in, breathless voice in two or three stages gives: “Guys… This… Our there… In the club… Beat!”Well, we all jumped up at a gallop, at full speed — to the club. Resort, and there is a… Not-to-go. Our all fled who far, and local — for them. Catch them in the village. In General, empty-handed and not nearly warmed up, if that jog for the warm-up is not considered, we returned back to camp. But this is us. I was there at the camp, buddy. The one that is with me at the cucumbers in a pair worked. Victor was his name. Little guy. And glasses. And he forever from all the crowds on some lace behind. All crowd broke, ran, and Victor still laces boots. The same thing happened that time. We all ran away, and the Victor five minutes later, after the laces are tied, for us. The crowd normally reached the club. And back in exactly the same way, without incident, already leisurely walk back to camp. And Victor, while the club received a Jogging waded in one of the village lanes of nose-to-nose encounter with a local of that in our from the club escaped, chased. Naturally, delighted the local in the extreme. Oh, I got one of those city dancers. And they surrounded Vitya with a tight and not very friendly ring. And local, to be honest, not like the namby-pamby. All, as on picking the, sturdy such guys. Muscles, pumped up on the rise of the spring from the wheeled tractor “Belarus” – bumps. And then in front of them — Victor. Up to a meter even with a cap falls short. And with glasses. Well, the locals are all over him, looking unfriendly. But… look, do not Look, from Vite neither cold nor hot. And they understand that too. Like, it’s time for you to start. But it just all of a sudden, without any apparent reason… that is Wrong somehow, not right. One of local, apparently, senior between them, and asks Vitya: “Hey you, kid. If I’m Balde will hrasno, you… That… With the first blow from the hooves?”And Victor looked at him carefully… Came closer to see better, glasses corrected. Looked again… And as long as these manipulations did local stood silent and almost motionless and watched him closely. In General, Victor adjusted his glasses, once again looked at this local thug and tells him so quietly, without raising his voice, very politely, but with some regret: “No, You know, hardly. I don’t think I’ll fall on the first blow. But with second. ” And again glasses adjusted the. “But from the second… it may Well be.” This local Vitin monologue listened carefully, stood silently for about three minutes, digesting heard. And then… Then ka-a-AK will neigh: “Oh, guys… Hold me ten people! Well… Well, you, kid, give!”They laughed so much for five minutes, and then turned around a hundred and eighty and ran away from Viti. Look for the rest of our village. Dancers failed. And Vitya then, the rest of the shift, none of the locals even touched a finger. And if suddenly met in the village one who the story did not know, he witnesses (or good friends, witnesses) respectfully in the voice explained: “This is the one. That. From the first Mishkinogo blow doesn’t fall.”