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Brief information about Al Samaka Beach Hotel
Hotel "Al Samaka Beach" is located in the Promenade area, 6 km from the airport of Hurghada and is part of a complex consisting of 2 hotels: "El Samaka Beach" and "El Samaka Comfort".
The hotel was opened in 1986, the last renovation was carried out in 2016. The total area of the territory is 6.6 hectares.
To the right of the Al Samaka Beach Hotel is the Princess Palace Hotel & Club 3 *, to the left is a wasteland (! ).
Rooms
The hotel has 163 rooms. The rooms feature: central air conditioning, mini bar, safe, shower, hairdryer, telephone, satellite TV (Russian channels), balcony or terrace. Rooms of the category "Standard Rooms" - an area of .32 sq. m..
Nutrition
The hotel has two food concepts: HB - Main restaurant: buffet breakfast and dinner. All drinks for an additional fee and All inclusive - breakfast, dinner - buffet, local wine - during dinner no more than two glasses per person.
The drinks.
Lobby bar 10:00 – 23:00. Bar on the beach 12:00 - 15:00. Pool bar 10:00 – 17:00. Local beer - in glasses (only two bottles a day)
Services. Entertainment, sports
July 25.2015. Saturday
Kyiv. On the eve of departure
The day started as usual. I woke up early, admired the beauty of the rising sun and immediately compared it with the "lean" to the limit sunrise in Egypt, where there is not even dawn as such. Although I have been in Kyiv for two weeks after Egypt, in my homeland, the trail of memories continues to stretch invisibly from those impressive eight days when I was on the Red Sea: both good and bad, and not very much. Of course, it's a little disappointing when you have to experience some inconvenience for a thousand bucks. But all these troubles by the end of the day seemed to me the fruit of my selfishness and too high opinion of myself. And I started dreaming about the Red Sea again.
But all this will come later. And now I am standing on the balcony in my Obolon apartment and admiring the beauty of the morning dawn.
Then he turned his gaze to the curly caps of the crowns of the grove, to the blue of the water of the Dnieper Bay and thought: “The pictures of the world are so diverse and in terms of the brightness of impressions that one can describe it and write about it ad infinitum. Just like photographing Nature every time, it will never be the same: the pictures will be different all the time. But this is all a reserve for my creativity “for later”. And now, from the very morning, my thought is attached to this evening, when I will again be in Egypt on the Red Sea ...
So, waiting for noon, I began to actively fuss with only one goal thought: the airport, the plane and I was on time in it - everything that depended on me. And then - everything is as planned in such cases by the travel agency, for small details that I specify.
Without going into irrelevant details (although, with special talent, each such detail could be made into a masterpiece of writing), I state that by ten in the evening I was already sitting on the plane and heard the even hum of its engines. For me, flying in an airplane has already become almost a common occurrence: in one month, three rather long (more than three hours) flights and the fourth at the beginning of the next one are already too much ...Therefore, the following flights, after the first one, were less impressive and were not reflected in my travel notes.
Borispol airport"
Arrived very early. Sitting. I'm waiting for registration. I settled down in a comfortable easy chair at the check-in point, and therefore I allow myself to think abstractly, not paying attention to the little things and keeping in sight the place where the check-in queue will begin to form, in order to be among the first and get a more decent seat on the plane than last time - in the tail of the toilets.
The airport is the same station, only more solid and larger in scale. There are no homeless people - probably, it is expensive for them to come here every evening to spend the night comfortably here. And the control at the very entrance is worse than any police officer at the railway station. That is why they are there, and we are here without them. I don't know about them, but we feel great without them.
And the smell is fresh. Even though it's hot outside - more than thirty above zero. There is no smell of sweaty bodies and standing socks in a free state. Perhaps because the contingent is all intelligent and air conditioners are working, and next to it, on the second floor, behind passport and customs control is Duty Free, where “ball” colognes and perfumes of the most famous brands in the world are intensively sprayed. Naturally, everything sprayed settles on the price tags and is fished out of the pockets of domestic "foreign tourists". The industry of confiscating money from a tourist who has escaped from the clutches of everyday life has begun.
Further, it will continue with a hotel guide, imposing tourist trips on you at a double rate, illegally accusing everyone who has it cheaper - scammers and crooks. Further - by all the merchants in the marketplaces and streets, attracted by your snow-white, as yet without traces of the first tan, body, like shark blood. They know, firstly, that you have a lot of money (even after Duty Free) and do not believe you if you tell them “No money” (no money), and secondly, you are inexperienced and inexperienced, and therefore you can easily get hooked on them, etc.
But it will be later, already on the second day after your arrival in Sharm El Sheikh or Hurghada. In the meantime, we are still only on the first floor and are waiting for registration.
Shiny mirrored granite floor. On it easily, as if on an air cushion, heavy carts loaded to the very top with suitcases slide. And they move as a result of light pressure, as it seems, just one finger of the passenger.
At the same time, he involuntarily compares it with a loader at a railway station: a man, sweating from exertion, pushes a soy cart with the same number of suitcases, and it’s so hard for him that he involuntarily feels sorry for him as a human being and wants to help him ...
The mind, constantly looking for a causal relationship in any phenomenon, suggests that all of us, thousands of passengers of various airlines, have paid for this comfort, and it is included in the price of a plane ticket. That is why it is much more expensive than a ticket of any land transport for the same distance, although the cost is lower ...
If you look closely at the faces, then so many different nationalities can be distinguished! And you will involuntarily think that you did not get to the airport, but to the World Gathering of representatives of all peoples, nationalities, nations and nationalities! Just do not understand why so many Russians?
This is probably an omen of great social cataclysms: in Moscow, on Red Square, Maidan will soon be expected, just like we had last year. And with reference to the realities of the current Boryspil airport, you begin to understand that it was announced that they were boarding a plane to Moscow and all Russians gathered from all over the airport to leave Ukraine. After this fact, my imaginative thinking presented a different, opposite picture: the Russians are urgently leaving Ukraine, apparently due to the activation of the Right Sector and other nationalist forces. This is connected with the "mass migration of the people" ...
Gradually, several hundred of the noisy and bustling crowd of Russians seeped through the sieve of the reception desk, leaving not a single passenger on the first floor of the airport, all of them were swallowed up by a Moscow plane and they soared into the sky, to their homeland. And I still continued to wait for the beginning of my registration.
But now, my turn has come: a little more than two hours before the departure of my plane to Hurghada, the first people appeared in the queue for registration. And I hurried to get in line. After all, from past experience, I knew waiting for the last in this line. Now there is an opportunity and free time, until registration begins, to talk about it.
So, being the last in line for registration, you provide yourself with a long and tedious standing in line, about an hour. But this is not the worst thing that awaits you. Worst of all, they will put you on all three hours of the flight at the very back of the plane, in the last row, by the toilet, and even tearing you away from your beloved if you took her to the resort with you. It is the penultimate one that is the most puzzling. Here, for analogy, we can imagine the last compartment in the train.
The same thing: the constant gurgling of the door, and the queue for the toilet, almost everyone, especially beginners - not even for the purpose of using it for its intended purpose, but simply out of curiosity about what and how it works at an altitude of 1.000 meters. And as a result, almost every minute you hear loud sounds sucking with a serb, as if some huge monster is trying to absorb, along with water from the toilet, everything that you gave it. The unenviable role of this "swallow" ...The only significant difference from the train is that there is no smell. And that's a little comforting. And one more small, but, nevertheless, unpleasant trifle: when you try to recline the chair from a sitting to a reclining state, you suddenly find that it is impossible to do this: the back of the chair rests against the back wall of the toilet. This is an additional free "charm" of this place…
Settlement in the room. Number
During the settlement, I saw a cunning trick to seize "extra" money from the holidaymakers.
Imagine, after long and exhausting flights, especially late at night, you are settled in the most disgusting room that is not only in this hotel, but in the whole wide world. In addition to huge cockroaches and ants, lizards and even rats can roam the room like at home. More precisely, they are at home, and you were visiting them. And because they have the appropriate attitude towards you ...
Naturally, you are outraged and immediately, after midnight, run to the manager at the reception desk with a demand to provide a normal number. The clerk, with his unfailing smile and the utmost attention and courtesy, apologetically offers to wait until morning or hints at the possibility of solving the problem now for ten dollars. And where do you go. You agree.
Health, and maybe life, is more expensive ...You settle in a normal, as expected, room and fall asleep with bliss ...And your first terrarium room with terrible repairs and not cleaned in the last six months is waiting for the next unlucky client to work at the porter service ( reception) with his (number) help, he took another ten dollars from the client ...I don’t know how in four- or five-star hotels, but in a three-star one, such as Al Samaka Beach, this is successful and beneficial for themselves, they practice.
There are rooms in the bungalow, but I would not advise them to agree, especially from the wasteland (it's on the left). Not only does the mosquito climb from the swamp of the wasteland day and night (the net on the window does not help), but also different living creatures. These bungalows are built like monastic cells, the external and internal appearance is the same, and even small windows.
July 27.2015. Monday
First day at the hotel. Meeting with the hotel guide.
My first day on the Red Sea was intense.
But to meet the sunrise, as planned, did not work. Overslept. This is understandable: half a day at the airports of Kyiv and Egypt, more than three hours in the air, at an altitude of 1.000 meters (it’s even scary to imagine, let alone fly! ). at night upon arrival - fuss with the settlement, problems with the room ....And therefore already in the morning, through a dream, I decided to postpone this event of the meeting of the Sun on Egyptian soil until tomorrow.
Woke up around six local time, an hour before breakfast. But the sun had long since jumped out from behind the horizon and rushed up towards its zenith. I have not yet got used to the local light day: it gets dark early - at six it is already dark, and it gets light - late or early - it is difficult to understand in this mysterious Egypt. Maybe it depends on the latitude. After all, white nights begin in St. Petersburg at this time, and now I am closer to the equator than in Ukraine ...Anything can happen ...
In the morning, the first thing is the sea, and everything else - then. I liked the sea.
Ksyati, the sea can not help but like it. Although in Hurghada it is much poorer in its inhabitants, compared to the sea in Sharm El Sheikh. There are no those colorful fish and in such a huge number. Especially when they are fed slices of bread from a local restaurant, which is forbidden.
After swimming, I got acquainted with the territory of the hotel: very large and well-groomed. Liked: a lot of greenery and huge palm trees. As for a three-star hotel - a plus, even compared to the previous one, where I was, a 4 * hotel.
The daily routine is typical for such resorts: three time reference points: breakfast, lunch and dinner, tied to a specific time. The rest is free time, do what you want. Of course, you swim in the sea and sunbathe. In the heat of the day, you sit under the air conditioner - in your room or at the bar. And with a special desire - you sleep at any convenient time of the day, and here it is any convenient.
On the first day, in the morning, we met with our personal guide from "Anex tour". He was rather tired with his obsessive offer of excursions, inflated twice, compared with similar prices for excursions right there, around the corner of our hotel. This is my first meeting with intrusive service, with a desire without any moral and ethical rules, a brazen attempt to take free dollars from me in the amount of fifty to three hundred for each excursion. But, fortunately, I resisted this temptation with the use of the NLP guide, suggestion and other “tricks”. But, at the same time, I watched with interest how banknotes of large and small denominations rustled around the table, passing from the pockets of the spa guests into the pocket of the guide. As if it were not a table in the Lobbe Bar, but a high-stakes gaming table in some gambling establishment in Hurghada.
There was an attempt to actively intervene in this process of fraudulent withdrawal of money from gullible holidaymakers, but I was afraid that they might beat me, and maybe hurt my legs - somewhere away from prying eyes. After all, the stakes are big. In addition, the process was voluntary, on both sides by mutual agreement. There was no violence (physical). Although significant psychological violence was clear and obvious to an outside observer.
July 28.2015. Tuesday
Brazier on the concrete streets of Hurghada
On the second day, immediately after lunch, I decided with one of the tourists from Belarus to walk along the main street of the place where our hotel "Al Samaka Beach" is located.
The heat is terrible. Moreover, in this stone pipe - a long street with white buildings, like a mirror reflecting all the heat of the sun on you. People - not a single person, only sometimes there are one or two such European idiots as we are.
But still, there is a benefit from such an unbearably “hot” one and a half hour trip to duty-free (I have a two-day privilege to visit it from the day of arrival). And not only in terms of shopping, but most importantly, I saw this area of Hurghada, and the whole of Egypt, in natural light, without distracting nighttime advertising. And the impression is not pleasant. Half of the shops are closed for renovations. Separate large plots, several hectares of expensive land near the sea, are empty in the form of garbage wastelands, fenced off from the main street by a high fence made of rare metal rods. And this is 2015, even before the justification of such a situation by the crisis. From what I saw, I can conclude that Egypt in general and Hurghada in particular are not particularly attractive for both local large (if any) and foreign investors. I compare with Kyiv, which in this respect is far ahead of Egypt.
Even despite the fact that the climatic conditions and the possibilities of the tourism business in Egypt are much higher and tourists from all over the world bring dollars here. The question is, where does this money go? - Maybe, just like ours, they are stolen by officials close to power and in power? . . After all, the East has always loved and continues to love luxury and gold in a special way ...I mean sheikhs, khans and other rulers of the eastern lands. And the poor in the lower classes are still slaves for them, only with some physical freedom ...
Quite tired and all wet, as if I had just got out of the sea in clothes, I, after some “drying”, plunged into a comfortable armchair of the lobby bar. And he continued the tasting of local, so-called strong (but actually weak, up to 25 °) drinks, which he started yesterday, in order to determine what is acceptable for drinking here.
As a result, I determined that everything offered is bodyaga, not only by taste, but also by the price level of real drinks in Duty Free and local ones with the same names and labels: they differ three or more times in dollar terms . But today, in order not to interfere with drinks, he was content only with rum, washed down with Sprite. And this pleasure lasted more than two hours, interspersed with communication with one small businessman from Sergiev Posad near Moscow. And from that moment - in more detail in the essay "Russian Nature" (see below).
About woman and love
Woman at the resort
Since the days of the USSR, when I had not been in the role of a lonely bachelor at sea for a long time, a lot has changed. Why in the role of a lonely bachelor? - Yes, because only then can the secret of a woman be revealed to you, who, under other circumstances and in other places, hides her innermost feminine deep under the shell of an impenetrable shell-house.
I knew the woman of the 80s and 90s of the last century quite well. Then, still a Soviet woman, since she could not change dramatically in a couple of years, in the early 90s. And he wrote many books and aphorisms about her. But a lot has changed in these twenty years.
Before there was socialism. And almost every worker, including a woman, had real opportunities to visit a domestic resort in the Crimea or the Caucasus, and even on a preferential trade union ticket for only fifteen to twenty rubles for twenty-four days! At that time, I also went to the sea many times, arranging such a vacation for myself even for the whole summer: from May to September. And therefore everything I wrote about a woman is true, because it was written from nature.
But times have passed. A lot has changed, for most not for the better. First of all, there was a social polarization of the entire population. Social leveling was excluded and a start was given for growth in the material direction.
In addition, almost everyone had all the conditions and opportunities for this. But few managed to take full advantage of this and gain the opportunity to visit any resorts in the world, except for the "budget" resorts in Turkey, Egypt and Tunisia.
Among successful businessmen, a very small proportion are women. This is understandable. Not in all business areas, she can show herself as stubbornly and, at times, with a degree of arrogance and violation of basic moral and ethical standards, like a man. That's why she's a woman. Her nature is completely different. And there is no business, no funds for the annual resort.
Now men are taking women to the resort as part of newlywed couples - while the ardor and passions for their young wives are heated to the limit. At the same time, in middle age you rarely meet a married couple at a resort: “Not only is this “old splinter” tired at home, but you also spend dollars to take it to hell, so that it ruins your vacation there too! What is the meaning and where is the logic?
”, - this is what most married men with experience think. And they enjoy a plentiful libation of strong liquor at the resort, sometimes courting free ladies from among the vacationers: “A resort romance is not treason at all if there is no continuation after ... ” And they belong to the category of Wolves: they prowl and find a woman for themselves. So do those who do not want to spend too much, to take a woman with them: whether she is a wife or a mistress: they will find her at the resort, because they feel their irresistibility. If the latter fails, then they also go into hard drinking - the only joy of life.
And the men who have mistresses and enough material means take them with them to the resort. It's like in the old joke - Lions!
And only old people go to the resort as married couples, they bring their grandmothers with them: passions have subsided long ago, everything in life has been tested and it’s pointless to wait for anything new, and you don’t want to. But it's still calmer...
August 1.2015. Saturday
Rest on the Red Sea and women
Again, an annoying thought haunts me that half the term of my rest has already passed - so quickly and imperceptibly that you wonder how this could happen. And why is there no means to stop this excessively cruel time. And I feel that just as quickly, if not even faster, my remaining seven holiday days will flash by, and I will again be alone, completely alone in my Kyiv apartment on the banks of the Dnieper. And the only joy for me in my bachelor hermitage will be the appearance of my only and beloved - Muse. Only the whole question: How long will she be with me and not leave one to be eaten up by an already immensely long time of absolute loneliness. After all, only because of the jealous Muse, I can not be with any real, physical body and soul, a woman.
Here, in Hurghada, in order to compensate for the horror of many years of loneliness with lively communication, especially with the female sex, I proved to be the most sociable and sociable man, regardless of the age of the interlocutors: from twenty to seventy years. My, as others say, an outstanding ability to communicate with the female sex, both single and married (if their husbands present nearby allow it), does not let me get bored. One or two abandoned phrases immediately open a channel for easy and relaxed communication. Plus, the importance of communicating with me is given by some subtleties and secrets of rest in this hotel, which I, already as an observant and experienced old-timer, share with women who are eager to know them. I'm not averse to using the "high-minded" templates that I have accumulated over the many years of my vacation in the Crimea, in Alushta. And because many women consider me an intellectual.
But this, as I believe, is external, ostentatious intelligence. And what is inside me - even I myself do not know. But sometimes I still recalled my own aphorism: "I'm afraid to open my mouth and say a word, what if my interlocutor turns out to be smarter than me. " But Nature, the sea and rest simplify many conventions. And even those who in ordinary life seem clearly unacceptable, at the resort, in places of relaxation of that spring that constantly compresses a person and keeps him in constant psychological stress, really relax. It is here, at the resort, that a person's desire for freedom is manifested to the greatest extent, despite the restrictive prohibitions and conventions. And in this regard, I acted as a psychotherapist, as a catalyst for this process of psychological relaxation and liberation of the personality.
Here, in Hurghada, I made friends not only with women, but also found a common language with a number of Russian celebrities: children's writer Sergei Yeremeev, editor of thick Ural magazines Sergei Sekesov, businessman Yuri K. and others. He was not averse to talking and making friends with the kings of the Moscow region (as they called themselves) of the underworld (see my essay, below: “Russian character”). And this despite the fact that for many Ukraine was, almost an enemy, in connection with the problems of the occupation of the Crimea. Absolutely all Russians reacted rather sharply to this wording. The war in the Donbass was condemned by almost everyone, because Russian citizens also died there. Nevertheless, even in such difficult political situations, we found a common language and came, as Mikhail Gorbachev said, to a “consensus”.
Beethoven and the Red Sea.
The lark wakes up very early in the summer. A little light, and its trills are heard high in the sky.
I heard these songs of a lark when I was six or seven years old in the steppe of Dnepropetrovsk region near the Volcha River. And for a long time I could not stop admiring the boundless steppe, the variety of herbs and their smells, as well as the bell high in the sky, as if the sky itself poured out this silvery sound of the lark's song onto the earth. Maybe even then I myself became a lark ...
Today I woke up early, before sunrise. Opening the curtain on the window of my cell, I saw complete darkness. I thought that it was still very early and sat down at the laptop to edit the previous article.
While working, time passed so quickly that when I looked out the window of my cell a second time, I saw that it was already quite light in the hotel courtyard. There was a dull light, but the rays of the sun had not yet touched the tops of the tall palm trees in the yard. And I thought that I still have a chance. It took another five minutes to turn off the computer, get ready, and another couple of minutes to quickly walk to the sea.
And then I was disappointed: the sun's disk had already taken off an inch from the horizon and continued to slowly but uncontrollably strive upward. And I realized that, just like last time, I was late again. And again I cannot describe from the very beginning this miracle of the appearance of the sun in our world.
I quickly walked along the artificially washed breakwater to the very edge of the land, from which the real sea begins. And he tried to snatch at least something from the constantly changing picture of the process that had already begun, to remember and in a minute or two put it on paper with the help of words and phrases.
Once again I was convinced that here, in Egypt, the sun does not create the morning Dawn in the sense that it appears here in Ukraine. And all the same, more and more incandescent and decreasing in diameter, the yellow disk creates around itself a faint pink color, and that is not for long: the sun itself soon absorbs it, flaring up to such a light that it becomes impossible to look at it.
So, watching the rising sun, I was already walking along the boardwalk and therefore did not immediately notice at the very end of it, at the bottom step, a young Arab girl, as usual for all Arab women, dressed in black from the heels to the neck. Only her feet were immersed in the sea, and she played with them with a light wave. I tore my gaze away from the sun and looked into her smiling face. And I saw an equally wonderful sun right in front of me. And even more wonderful. Therefore, I could no longer look at the sun above the horizon, and my gaze was riveted to the sun that the earth gave birth to. And in addition to everything, and even in spite of everything, oh, a miracle, music poured from her hands, which held the smartphone. But not oriental, but a real classic! I could have expected anything but this.
I, a passionate lover of classical music: Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, at the perception of which I cry from sensitivity almost sobbing, here, on the edge of the earth, from the oppressed remnants of the past woman of the East, I perceive my favorite miracle, which, by definition, cannot be here be! ..
I thought maybe this is a mirage, or a sweet morning dream, which I continue to see as an impression from yesterday, when all day I saw dozens of Arab women wrapped in black clothes like dolls, only narrow slits for the eyes were visible. And there were several times more such women in the hotel than the Europeans themselves. But I did not rub my eyes from the mirage. I just did not want this vision, if it is a mirage, not to disappear.
Through thin clothes, long slender legs and a generally slender figure of a girl about, or a little over twenty years old, were visible.
Then I was left alone, and she left ...
But not for long. Half an hour later, when the first bathers appeared on the beach and I started an ordinary, meaningless conversation with them about resort affairs, problems, she appeared on the beach, called me to her and handed me a small shell ...But her whole appearance and behavior showed jealousy ...
I kept this shell in my cell-bungalow, and then I brought it to Kyiv as a memory of an Arab girl. And every time, as soon as my eye catches her, and this happens very often, I take her in my hands and kiss, imagining that I am kissing that Arab girl on the edge of the earth near the Red Sea, from whose hands Beethoven's music flows ...
Or maybe it's love at first sight? Naturally, not to Beethoven ...
August 2-3.2015. Sunday Monday
My and not my beautiful Maroua
Early morning. I am again on the shores of the Red Sea and contemplate the beauty of the rising Sun, the unstoppable procession into our world of the next day.
While I was so sensitively perceiving all this, my beautiful Marua appeared on the shore. With such a big delay. After all, the Sun had already risen a long time ago and was already high above the horizon. And I thought that she was waiting on purpose, did not go, so as not to frighten off Muse, her rival, who at this early hour completely took possession of me. Perhaps this is what true love consists of, sacrificial love, in order to sacrifice oneself for the sake of the happiness of a loved one or beloved. In this case, I will not extol myself so much, claiming that Marua really truly loved me. And it's not a huge, almost forty years, age difference. I just don't believe that this can happen in real life...
We listened to classical music again today. But already opera Arabic. Maroua sometimes sang along. And the smile never left her face. She, like yesterday, sat on the wooden steps of the ladder, her legs dangling ankle-deep into the sea.
I swam a short distance from her. And he looked her directly and openly in the face. As I later realized, this is not accepted and is considered bad form on my part in the East.
If you can call it that, we talked. She spoke fluent English and I understood her perfectly. I - in the same English, but so disgusting that I could not even answer the question about my family, which caused her some irritation. She thought that I was hiding something very important from her ...
I learned from her that she is from Cairo, here in Hurghada she is resting with her mother, father and brother, that tomorrow they are going for a whole day to go diving. Works in the field of some business, loves music, plays the piano. At my request to slightly open the scarf (unlike other Arab women, it is light in color), she said: “Know, ah, arabic gel! ("You can't, I'm an Arab girl").
All the time of our communication, Arabic classical music sounded, as if indicating to me that Marua is completely committed to and even in the power of the unwritten laws of the East. And if I want to be with her, even here at sea, I must follow these laws, even if I don't know them. And confirmation of this, after my silent and open contemplation of her face for several minutes, she, it seemed to me, abruptly interrupted this process, saying: "Swim and listen to music. " I was ashamed of my actions and swam ten meters away, leaving Marua alone. But music continued to connect us.
It was already late for an early morning. And Marua, leaving, said: "Goodbye, Sasha. " And in her voice, as she said my name, I felt something inexplicable...But I realized that she, although with regret, was saying goodbye to me forever...
It's been a long time.
But I can’t find an answer to the question: “Why does fate throw into our lives such stories that are short in time, but deep in content and hurting the soul? » It is impossible to develop or continue them, even with superpowers and superpowers. And after that you involuntarily draw the conclusion: “What a cruel fate: it sends, but only for a moment, an incredible joy of the soul, dooming in advance to long, if not for a lifetime, suffering ... ”
I know that I will never meet Maroua again in my life...
The thought of an Arab girl on the seashore did not leave me all day. And the next morning, waking up and going to the sea, I wanted to believe that I would meet her again ...
At the same time, my main motive that moved me from the first seconds after waking up (and even before) was the meeting of the Sun. After all, it is not known whether the Arab girl will come to the sea today or not, and the Sun will definitely rise.
And therefore, love for the Sun was more reliable than love for an Arab girl, but the nascent second, nevertheless, was stronger. And besides, the beauty of the rising sun belonged to many in this world, and the beauty of the Maroua girl could only belong to me alone. And I felt this with particular force when yesterday I saw her for the second time, returning to the beach to give me a shell.
I came to the sea very early. There was no one but me at sea. I looked in vain at the empty steps of the gangway, where yesterday Marua sat and splashed her legs in the sea. And I felt so bitter and hurt for the unfulfilled hopes of seeing her again. But the rising Sun overshadowed all my memories and thoughts about the Arab girl, removing them far into the subconscious, and showed everyone, including me, that it is more important than everyone and everything in this World. And I, a traitor, was carried away by him and began to write my sketches from him.
Dawn
Sunrise in Egypt
On the second day in Hurghada, I decided to still see the local sunrise and compare this phenomenon with the same in Sharm El Sheikh and Kyiv.
Early morning. It's not yet five local time. But it is already light, or rather faded-light, like the white nights in St. Petersburg. And such a comparison arises because it has been more than an hour since the night fell and dawned, but the Sun has not yet appeared. And this delay of the Sun causes inexplicable feelings and even some premonitions of something unusual and unkind, because it does not fit into our usual concepts of the sunrise, when everything is clear.
But my eye catches the true cause of natural disasters here in Egypt, which puts everything in its place. And this reason consists in a wide strip of either clouds or haze across the entire eastern part of the sky above the horizon, starting above the surface of the sea and slightly upwards. Apparently, these are not clouds, since the upper edge of this band is rather even, and not jagged, as is the case with clouds.
One gets the impression that there is no Dawn in Egypt at all!
But is there something in place of it?
Only for a while, within 15-20 minutes, in a narrow segment above the Sun, which has not yet risen over a dark strip of haze, a yellow sky with a slight pinkish tinge appears. But the Sun also absorbs this pinkness into itself, greedily absorbs it back, as soon as it appears in this world with its small edge. And therefore, with unusual force, it begins to ignite and turn into a bright yellow disk, which becomes impossible to look at ...And the sky above the Sun will become ordinary, faintly blue, with ever-increasing brightness. That's the whole Egyptian Dawn - a weak, in its embryo destroyed by the Sun itself, a phenomenon ...
And so it becomes a shame for the local residents, who, perhaps, will never be able to see the real Dawn in their lives - the one that plays and burns fieryly with all its unstoppable power here, in Ukraine, as if saying: here I give you Sun with great vitality, take it and absorb its great life force! I can compare these two phenomena: the morning Dawn in Ukraine and its faint resemblance in its embryonic state in Egypt, since I see the Ukrainian Dawn almost every morning: my balcony overlooks the East and the Dnieper ...
At the same time, the Sun rises higher and higher, and you are bitterly disappointed that your hopes of seeing the morning Dawn were not justified. And you, with your naivety and old habit, were waiting for her! . . And the higher the Sun rises, the smaller it becomes in diameter.
If it appeared above the horizon, almost the size of a saucer with a barely reddish tint, then far above the horizon it looks like a small penny, but with such brightness that it creates a dazzling halo around itself and therefore seems to be the daytime ruler of the World.
The light of the Sun falls on everything that is on the surface of the Earth. And all objects: buildings, trees, plants, etc. , as if jumping out of the darkness of the night, acquire their contrasting, natural look. All living creatures wake up and crawl out of their minks-dwellings. He wakes up, stretching under the rays of the Sun or his messenger - a bright light, and the Man ...And only predatory and poisonous sea creatures that frighten holidaymakers and who do not allow tipsy, and absolutely sober vacationers to enjoy the delights of a night font, crawl away - deep into the sea, until the next nightfall.
It caresses the body, slightly warming its surface. And it’s hard to believe that in an hour or two it will become so burning and incredibly boldly will strive to burn everything that gets in its way: be it a human body or a mollusk thrown onto land, bring them to suffering and, possibly, to death. And everyone experienced this midday cruel insolence of the Sun: at first in the form of reddening of the skin, then, mainly at night, unbearable pain and burning, preventing you from falling asleep, and after a couple of days, your skin will begin to crawl off like a molting snake ...But as long as it doesn't. And you continue to enjoy the ever-increasing gentle flow of gentle solar heat, but subconsciously establish in yourself the line between Good and Evil, which can simultaneously come even from the Sun.
Carried away by the phenomenon in our world of the Sun, I undeservedly left other natural phenomena out of my attention. For example, Wind.
And I caught myself thinking that such a charm of earthly existence can only be in such early morning hours. And good is the one who, having overcome his eternal laziness, raises his lazy body, and with it the Soul, thirsting for pleasant impressions, and takes them out to the seaside - towards the morning heavenly pleasures. And, once having experienced this charm of earthly and unearthly existence, he will strive for it again and again. And therefore, in all subsequent days of my resort stay in Hurghada, I rose at sunrise and, as enchanted, in addition to the will of the mind and consciousness, like a sleepwalker, I went to the Red Sea coast to receive my dose of good, so necessary for my body and for my soul...
The air in those early hours was filled with the peculiar smell of the Red Sea. No matter how deeply I inhaled it, widening my nostrils to the limit and trying to capture the features of this smell in order to put them into words, nothing worked out for me.
And also, after a time, the fading rumble of the same engines of just arrived aircraft after they hovered over the sun before landing. They brought hundreds and thousands of people from all over the globe here, to affordable hotels for many and, most importantly, to the only one in the world, in terms of its healing qualities and the unusual beauty of the underwater world, the Red Sea.
And at the center of the action was our Al Samaka Beach hotel and me sitting by the sea this early morning watching it all. The beauty! ..
August 2.2015. Sunday
Sunrise on the Red Sea
Five am. I am again at the very edge of the land, at the edge that divides the world into two parts: the Sea and the firmament of the earth. And I am waiting for the great miracle of the appearance of the Sun in this World. Before that, I had already seen the rising Sun several times, and each time it gave me more and more new pictures. But I knew and hoped that today it would be new and unusual, different from what I saw yesterday.
But for now, the ink of the sky, all over the dome above me, was a uniform dirty gray. The night moved to the west and with it pulled off its black cover from the sky, leaving this grayness on it - as a basis - a canvas for a picture where the Sun will be the artist, so that it would draw pictures of its morning Dawn on this canvas.
But, unfortunately, this did not happen today either. And the Sun just splashed out light blue paint and only in that small segment of the sky where it should come out from behind the horizon. And yet, nevertheless, for a long time it was not shown to the place prepared in this way. And all because, like yesterday, a wide dark gray band of haze arose on its way, apparently from water evaporating from the surface of the sea. And the appearance of the Sun in this world was somewhat delayed. But more and more light blue paint poured out of it into the sky, and this paint began to spill over the entire sky.
And in the very east, where the Sun should rise, a faint pink base appeared, like a kind of bed for the baby-Sun being born. And under this pinkish bed, everything was as unshakable as a guard, encircling the entire horizon in a circle, an impenetrable gray strip of mist. Rare transparent clouds hung above this gray haze, which, against the background of the blueness of the sky, gave off bright whiteness, gradually turning into a faint pink color. They, these two or three clouds were the only inhabitants of the sky at this early hour. Unfortunately, they soon evaporated as soon as the fiery rays of the sun just touched their surface. Here, in the hot East, the Sun does not like anyone else besides him to dominate the sky during the day. In Ukraine, the Sun is more democratic: it lives in the sky itself and cumulus clouds, like lambs, driven by a shepherd-breeze, allows you to walk in the sky, What does the East mean. Thin East.
This mysterious East, where not only the relations between the rulers and the people are special, but also the same relations in Nature, in particular, among the inhabitants of the sky ...And the sky here creates the same laws as the laws of the Sheikh.
Only the Moon in its full phase, sort of like a weak opposition to the solar power, still somehow tried to stay in the sky, but not for long: its dominance in this world had already ended as soon as the night had gone to the west, beyond the horizon. And her attempts to be present here in the morning sky, even to me seemed, at least, inappropriate. She will soon understand this and disappear after her patroness at night. In the meantime, it remains to hang above my head somehow even shamefully, having lost its bright silvery light, which it bestowed on the world of the night, retaining only a whitish spot on itself, and seemed like some kind of ghost.
The sea, dark in its mass, was light in the east and played with weak waves in the reflection of the blue sky. As a result of this game, dark backs of waves flashed on the surface, somewhat similar to the backs of a school of fish swimming through this segment of the light surface of the sea. On the rest of the darkening part of the surface of the sea, a weak breeze from the land created a small swell and it seemed that the sea was trembling, betraying its trembling to the surface with this swell.
He sailed along the bright segment of the sea, there in the distance, at the very horizon, a boat, leaving behind a trail in the form of dots and dashes, like in Morse code. And I easily read these messages: “I meet the dawn and greet the rising Sun! "What a cute boat, " I thought ...And I could not help but wave to him.
Everything and everyone in the world: the sky, the sea, and even a boat in the sea, as well as all the inhabitants of the land were ready for the coming of the Sun. And he was suspiciously not there and not there ...
Will they call an ambulance for me? That is why I hid my spiritual ardor deep within myself. But at the same time he thought: “How hard it is for a Man not to show what is truly human, without fear that this human society will not reject him and isolate him from himself! And I felt so sad after that. And a tear rolled down my eyes...
But real life did not allow me to be sad and sad for a long time. Moreover, the Sun began to create more and more new pictures. The pink color of fire poured by the Sun across the sky was soon absorbed by the Sun itself. On the surface of the sea, a column of fire rushed straight towards me from the Sun, which, in contrast to the rest of the dark sea, seemed brighter than the Sun itself, and the color was fiery, in contrast to the burning yellowness of the Sun. And it seemed to me that in gratitude for the fact that I so subtly feel everything that happens, the Sun gives all this only to me alone in this world ...
The night was with the outgoing power and a shaky graying blanket still lay on the territory of the hotel, allowing only lanterns to illuminate its individual sections. A faint breeze barely perceptibly moved the fan of the wide-open crown of palm trees. And over all this world was the mistress of the moon. It hung with its full disk directly overhead and drained its silvery light to the ground. But I took it all in automatically and paid little attention. Because the main action was waiting for me - the sunrise.
When I left the front garden of the hotel with a lot of palm trees, bushes of Iranian roses, neatly trimmed shrubs and all sorts of other plants that create a kind of microcosm, and jumped out into the open space by the sea, where there was only sand, stones, sun loungers and shade umbrellas made of dried palm leaves, I noticed that the east has already begun to turn gray. As before, along the edge of the horizon, along the entire circumference, there was a wide strip of gray, not that of fog, not that of darkness.
In the gap between the cirrus clouds and a solid gray stripe above the horizon, a gap rose a little pink, then this pink color began to pour higher - onto the light blue firmament framing the eastern part of the sky, as if asserting itself on it. And, as if rejoicing at these transformations of the sky in the east, the sea acquired a whitish color in this area. And the northern light breeze created many dark strokes on its surface in the form of dark backs of fish, as if thousands of them swam to the surface and cut it with their backs. The sea below me began to splash against the stones and seemed to be talking about something monotonously, so convincingly that it was impossible not to believe. I only regretted one thing, that I did not know the language of the sea and could not understand his story. But I knew that I subconsciously perceive everything that the sea narrates with such enthusiasm.
And when the higher powers allow me to penetrate into my subtle world, I will definitely pass this story on to everyone in our material world.
While I was trying to understand what the sea was talking about, the pink color in the east disappeared somewhere. Most likely, he transferred his heat to the rest of the sky, turning into a bright blue on most of its surface.
The moon was no longer as bright silvery as half an hour ago, but hung modestly and aloofly, slapped to the dome of the sky by someone invisible, like an uninvited guest at a celebration of life. He hangs himself with a faded silver coin, as if he wants to say: “Despite the dawn and the imminent appearance of the Sun, I am still in the sky and there is no one more important than me in the sky!
» Hearing this, the east began to show its activity with redoubled strength and energy: it began to squeeze out the sun, lazy from sleep, from the foggy haze, warm up a place for it in the sky and brighten the entire hemisphere of the sky in blue. And only then the Moon completely faded, turned into a barely noticeable whitish disk.
Above the edge of the gray haze encircling the horizon, a barely noticeable pink edge of the solar disk appeared, but by the rate of its increase it became clear that victory would be his. The sun, as it were, hatched out of this viscous grayness and, with its own heat, was cleansed of the remnants of the evil of the night, falling into a prepared and heated place in the sky. Like a newborn baby is placed in a warm bed.
But on his way, another obstacle arose at the edge of the viscous haze - in the form of a cloud separated from it. Another barrier to the Sun was no longer dangerous, although it tried to cast a shadow on the Sun or, even worse, tear the Sun apart.
But the Sun, which had already gained strength, cut through this black cloud like a knife through butter and, leaving the last barrier behind it, finally broke out into the open spaces of the clear sky! And only now, after the last victory of the Sun, a wide pink path appeared on the water as a banner of the Victory of the forces of Good over Evil. The sun triumphed, shining in the sky and surrounding itself with a bright, burning halo that hurt in the eyes.
The darkness of the night completely receded, but only the Moon, defeated by the daytime luminary, as before, continued to hang in a faded spot high in the sky. And if it were not for the roundness of its disk, no one would have paid attention to it, but would have mistaken it for an unsightly whitish cloud, of which there are many in the sky.
August 4.2015. Tuesday
The struggle of the sun with the darkness of the night
Yesterday I met the dawn in full, but mostly in time. How deeply I penetrated into the essence of the phenomenon - one can definitely say here: I just touched this great mystery.
And therefore, content with the secret revealed to me by the Nature of Egypt yesterday, today I slept until five in the morning, and then slowly went to the sea ...
But, nevertheless, to contemplate the appearance of the Sun in this world, I still was not late. Today the Sun has been oppressed for too long by an over-the-horizon cloud that has engulfed the entire eastern horizon in a wide band and is closed in the gray haze of the western hemisphere of the sky. Even before my arrival, the Sun for about an hour with considerable effort tried to overcome the visor of this cloud with its bright eye. But it's useless. The only thing that the Sun managed to do was to gradually brighten that small segment of the sky that was above it and the cloud, gradually painting it in a slightly pink color. The same lightening of the grayness of the sky occurred with an ever-decreasing intensity towards the West, all over the sky.
And this made it possible for all living things on Earth to feel that the night had come to an end, it was time to wake up, open your eyes hidden from the fear of the night, and meet the dawn of a new day. And the world woke up, flooded the entire environment, up to the skies with its various singing, croaking, chirping and other noise.
But it was a few hundred meters from the coast, where daily intensive watering created a small oasis in the desert - on the small territory of the Al Samaka Beach Hotel and similar ones nearby. And here, on the seashore, one could feel the Sun trying to break through the dense gray mass and delight the world with its appearance. It moved through this mass in the form of a dim disk and was not much different from the Moon, which hung motionless right there, overhead. These two luminaries: night, no longer silver and day, slightly pink, seemed to compete with each other.
But the Moon was losing its light every second, turning into a whitish disk, the same color as the rare clouds around it. But the Sun, although it still remained a bright disk behind a layer of clouds near the horizon, let in such an array of heat and light into the world that it created a bright blue halo with a pink tint above this gray layer.
If you do not pay attention to this light halo, but only on the Sun, then it will seem that it so slowly and uncertainly overcomes the barrier of dark gray haze above the horizon, remaining unchanged in color and brightness, as if someone is forcibly pushing it out from behind the horizon and pulls through this darkness. And I even hear a dialogue between them: the Sun says: “I don’t want to! ". And this unknown force answers him: “It is necessary! "...
Another ten minutes passed. The sun had already climbed out of this dense cloud-mist and was rising, ever moving away from it.
But, to my surprise, it continued to be dim: apparently, today the haze, more rarefied, still broke away from its main array and soared up, absorbing the gift of the Sun. After all, yesterday, at this distance above the horizon, the Sun was so dazzlingly bright that it was impossible to look at it, and the body gratefully accepted the gentle flow of its heat.
And only when it rose a quarter of the distance from the horizon to the zenith, it began to shine brightly and cast its reflection on the surface of the sea in the form of a bright path, which in brightness seemed stronger than the brightness of the Sun itself. But this is only in comparison with the dark color of the water around.
And a few minutes later, an ever-increasing heat began to emanate from the Sun. At first, I felt it visually, with my eyes, but then with the entire surface of my body open to the Sun.
But it seemed that the wind, blowing from the side of the land that had cooled during the night, carried this heat to the side, preventing the Sun from manifesting in full force of its heat. But at the same time, the wind was powerless against the ever-increasing brightness of the Sun: it became blindingly bright. And no one, no gray haze could interfere with this. The sun has already irretrievably (until the next morning) left the gray mist of the horizon that oppressed it and joyfully rushed to the zenith, scattering its joy all over the world in the form of bright light, warmth and something else so tender and mysterious, which can only be felt with the sixth sense organ...
And on the surface of the sea appeared not narrow, as in the morning, but already a wide sunny road, which connected me with the sea and the Sun.
And it seemed to me that only me, although I knew that everyone who at that moment was watching and trying to absorb this charm of the rising Sun on the Red Sea coast ...
M e d i t a c and i
Prelude to Meditation by the Red Sea
And only closer to five in the evening, when the sun had already decently bowed to sunset and the heat subsided considerably, I went out to the sea.
Swimming in the warm sea, sunbathing under the rays of the gentle setting sun and a significant removal of the bulk peninsula from the coast, evoked thoughts about meditation in the conditions of the sea, about unity with it, the knowledge of secrets that are inaccessible to mere mortals...
But it turned out to be not so easy. Apparently, I was not ready for this yet. But the fact that this topic arose for the second time during my stay at sea spoke volumes and gave hope for its at least partial implementation in the next remaining twelve days.
Unity with the Sea
But the morning picture of the rising Sun was not the highlight of the program for me today. Toward evening, when the waves calmed down a bit, I leisurely took a swim into the open sea. He swam evenly and leisurely in a free style, enjoying the Sea. I took it superficially, but have repeatedly tried to delve into its essence. And today I tried to at least partially implement this idea.
I swam and swam without thinking. In front of me were waves that, it seemed to me, were playing with each other and sometimes, while playing, slapped my face with their gentle palm. And I was pleased. I began to understand that the waves are an external manifestation of the Sea, and it is favorable to me at the moment. And so much so that he is ready to reveal his secret. But I understood that I can learn the secret of the Sea only by comprehending it. And in order to comprehend the Sea, one must unite with it, enter into it, be one with the Sea ...
And then I felt that this process of comprehending the Sea through my connection with it had already begun. I felt all the thickness of the sea, which was in front of me and to which I swam, with each movement entering deep into the Sea. Although I was physically on the surface of the Sea, but with my essence I penetrated deep into it. And this tender and gentle Sea beckoned me with some unprecedented power of magic. I couldn't resist this power of magic...
I remembered Goethe's "Forest King". There, too, the dying baby was beckoned by the Forest King and his beautiful daughters. And in the end, the baby from our world left forever in their beautiful kingdom ...I knew that it was not Goethe who composed the plot for his work, but this old folk tale. It survived through the ages and only in the time of Goethe and thanks to his genius did it take on a poetic form. But its essence was laid by the wisdom of the people, before which one can and should bow.
And now, feeling that I began to comprehend the Sea, as a part of that Great Nature, I realized that I am not ready for this yet. Comprehending the secret of the Sea, I must take a Taboo that is too much for me, failing which I will perish...
I was seized with inner terror. But I quickly normalized myself by turning my attention to the banal things of existence. And only on the shore I experienced a soul-crushing feeling about the lost (hopefully for a short time) opportunity to comprehend the Sea.
Later, in the remaining days of my stay at the resort, I spent hours at sea, enjoying its charm and healing properties, in the end I even got rather cold, but simply froze. But weak attempts to comprehend the Sea, as today, were not crowned with success. Probably, I myself was afraid of this, because I was not ready for this ...
Unity
The sea, and, moreover, the Ocean is a big Water.
And it does not matter which sea: salty or oversalted, with the smell or taste of iodine - seaweed, warm and almost hot near the equator or freezing in the ice of the South or North Poles. And the water in the sea can evaporate, turning into steam or freeze, turning into ice, it still remains the same as in our rivers, ponds and lakes, or even in water taps.
It seems that there has always been water. But in fact, it appeared on our Earth billions of years ago - long before the emergence of life. It is from it that our life crystallized - the existence of all life on Earth. Maybe a lot of non-living things.
Esoteric of the Sea.
With such a thought, however, in the subconscious, I plunged into the waters of the Red Sea this morning. And involuntarily I wanted to know the sea deeper and more thoroughly. And not only. But also to comprehend its essence.
And I didn’t even reproach myself for the fact that I, such a worthlessness, a grain of sand in this World, swung at that great knowledge that only the gods can do.
For some reason, for the umpteenth time, I remembered Goethe's "Forest King". And he was surprised at the wisdom of the people, the plot from the legend, which was the "Forest King". Truly a genius among the people was the one who felt, cognized the essence of Nature, and expressed this in a legend that withstood the test of more than one millennium, while remaining unknown.
Feeling the sea for just a moment as it was felt by a dying boy in the arms of a galloping rider in the "Forest King", I plunged deep into the Sea and experienced the horror of the attraction of the sea with a possible fatal outcome. I wanted to know the essence of the Sea, and the Sea provided me with such an opportunity, but on the condition of full connection with it! And this means, as in the case of the baby in The Forest King, to die physically.
It only lasted a moment, but sanity took over and clouded the thought, hid it from me as if it had never happened. And in the following days, being in the Sea, I repeatedly tried to renew those sweet to horror feelings, but it was all to no avail. And only one vivid impression remained about the inner content of the Sea: how much the inner essence of the Sea differs from its outer form. Apparently, like everything else in this world. This is an eternal contradiction of form and content ...
It is one thing to know the Sea with the mind, another thing - with the Soul, to feel it with the feelings of the Soul. We, in our simplicity of soul, and with great claims of the mind to the Truth, are trying, as it seems to us, to convincingly explain everything with the help of the logic of the mind, to drive the whole World into the framework of logical formulas. But in fact, we drive ourselves into a dead end and squeak out of this dead end, complaining that we are powerless in many problems of life.
And in this impasse there are no prospects for moving forward, no progressive development...
Spirituality of the Sea.
It is possible that water has such unique qualities that, as we believe, only Man has, such as mind, feelings, reaction to this or that influence, and also, most incredibly, the qualities of the spiritual plane and a certain ratio of Good and Evil in them. In other words, Water can be attributed to the animate phenomena of Nature, as the same as I did with Wind, Cold, Frost. And only, having passed this line of understanding, everything falls into place.
Prayer to the Sea.
For communion with the Almighty - this highest good, Man invented a prayer. All known prayers, starting with "Our Father" have a verbal form. Prayer is like a stepping stone, more precisely, like a vehicle that speeds up access to the goal.
But an even more effective means for this is wordless prayer, which dwells in the subconscious. And this is already aerobatics. But the main thing in any prayer is love. Worthless is the price of any prayer if there is no love in it.
August 6.2015. Thursday
Comprehension of the essence of the Sea
Once again, I swim far into the open sea, in the hope that the sea will reveal the secret of its being, will reveal its essence to me.
I look at the sea, at its surface, sometimes I look through the mask into the thickness of its waters. Paradoxically, both in the first and in the second case, I see only the surface of the sea - that outer shell, which does not reflect its inner essence in the slightest. And therefore, in this way, I will not be able to penetrate even a fraction of a millimeter into its contents. Many, having spent an hour or two scuba diving at the bottom of the sea, believe that they saw the sea and knew it. And it's only for some twenty dollars while diving.
It let me know early, almost at dawn, awakening in order to contemplate the next pictures of the ever-changing dawn. So, with a hand clenched into a fist, I woke up, wondering how my fingers hadn’t unclenched and a strong wind hadn’t blown my “opuses” about the morning Dawn into the bay.
By the way, I noted that for the first time during my vacation, the wind blew from the sea. And immediately appreciated it. Quite another matter! The rest on the Red Sea seemed different. Such a pleasure to sit on the edge of the land - a bulk dam a hundred meters from the coast, at the very junction with the sea and breathe the sea, and not the sultry smell of the desert. At the same time, everything inside rises, boils and wanders. Feelings of the Soul seethe inside you, which so sharply perceive the sea through its smells.
The sea can be perceived visually and displayed in the form of paintings, which Aivazovsky proved with his brilliant skill.
Since Man is the main creator and source of Evil in this World, this contradiction between the created Evil and the original Good cannot but cause negative consequences in his physical body. And this leads to various diseases. It is precisely such diseases of a Human, caused by spiritual causes, that are the most dangerous and intractable. They are treated not with pharmaceutical chemotherapy, but with spiritual methods that gave birth to them. And such a universal means can be high-energy, with positive energy - the Sea. But, only by presenting it clearly and believing in it, you can achieve a positive result. After all, no one will argue that, being on the boundless air, you will almost never be able to get the required information if you do not tune in to the required frequency of a radio station or television channel. Also in the case of the Sea.
This was also facilitated by the fact that none of the holidaymakers, except for me at this early hour, was at sea. This means that there was no that negative that a person brings to the memory of the Sea. Although the Sea, so huge and boundless, can hardly change its positive essence from the Evil of one or several evil people present in it. Unless in a separate segment.
August 7.2015. Friday
Night
Night does not fall on the Earth. It absorbs everyone and everything that is on Earth: both the Sea and land, hundreds of hotels on the coast and thousands of vacationers in them. And everyone dutifully perceives the imperious onslaught of her Vedic power. And I feel offended, especially for the Sea, which so humbly gives itself to this Evil of the night, which greedily absorbs all its charms. And the sea is only indignant, showing its indignation in the noise of a wave beating against a coastal stone.
But soon it will fall silent and calm down: what is the use of protesting if the darkness of the night still comes and begins its reign over the world: it releases armadas of evil forces and starts doing Evil everywhere. Even from the depths of the sea aground - where children splashed during the day, poisonous monsters will crawl out - you can’t step foot!
And the only salvation from the evil of the night is to sleep peacefully, not knowing what is happening in the night, until dawn ...
So we'll do it.
Russian-Ukrainian political debate
resorts in Egypt
I met in the Lobby Bar with a Russian from the Moscow region. Naturally, they talked about politics as soon as my interlocutor found out that I was from Ukraine. At first, I tried to get away from the topic, suggested the topic of conversation “about women”, but this did not help. My request not to rub salt into the wounds did not help either - regarding the war in Ukraine and the loss of the USSR as the Motherland almost a quarter of a century ago.
A man far away, thousands of kilometers away, has left a zone of massive influence on the consciousness of the media, led by the powerful ruling cliques of the state where they themselves come from. And therefore he is free and can afford to live outside of this zombification, to live with his own thoughts and reasoning. And I don't believe what they write in the press about scuffles between Russian and Ukrainian tourists who are quite "hot" with alcoholic drinks! They are not such fools, these Russian and Ukrainian men, because of these politicians, to spoil their vacation, to arrange brawls with the risk of being expelled from the country in which they rest. Moreover, for a completely drunk Slav, there are enough other, more serious, reasons for a massacre.
This is facilitated by the fact that in such resorts for many the most attractive is the “All inclusive” food system, which provides not only a wide and varied selection of dishes, but also a fairly decent assortment of “free” locally produced spirits - from whiskey and rum to various exotic titles. It is these last two factors: “free”, unlimited strong liquor and “more serious reasons for massacre” that allowed me to observe and to some extent be a participant in the following events.
Going to Egypt again for a vacation, now to Hurghada, and not to Sharm El Sheikh, as the previous time, I already knew that locally produced strong alcoholic drinks in Egypt are not strong at all, but the maximum they draw on is degrees by 20-25. And this is a mockery of the Slav, especially the Russian peasant.
Therefore, in order to correct this situation, I grabbed a liter bottle of pervach from home, under 60 degrees, and even with three hot pods of red pepper inside. And what else, besides the Trident, can be a more real and significant national symbol of Ukraine? Moreover, it unites people of any nationality of the former USSR, even those who are at war with each other - there, but here they are free in their choice.
And so, on the third day of my vacation at the bar of the EL Samaka Beach hotel, my attention was attracted by one man, about forty, thin, of medium height, judging by his behavior, of a cheerful nature, constantly ordering rum with Coca-Cola and absorbing them with unparalleled craftsmanship.
Since I also fell in love with rum, which seemed to me the best local strong drink in this hotel, and has not yet reached the same mastery of its consumption, and therefore this boy (I can say this in relation to me, since I am already in my sixties) attracted my particular attention. Moreover, we, despite the significant difference in age, were somewhat close to him in spirit. And this closeness manifested itself immediately after the exchange of the first insignificant phrases.
Over a glass of rum, a conversation began on some insignificant topic, I don’t even remember which one. However, after he (and his name was Roma from Sergiev Posad near Moscow) found out that I was from Kyiv, that is, from Ukraine, he immediately turned the topic of conversation to politics. I suspect that by that time, and this was confirmed a few hours later, a spirit of contradiction began to mature in Roma, and he very subtly began to look for an opponent.
Only we feel sorry for our boys, who are dying in thousands in this war ...
Such an emotional side of our meaningful conversation brought us even closer. But still, the political brainwashing that the media called for before, and laid the worm of protest doubt deep in the subconscious, with a sufficient amount of alcohol drunk, still gave this worm a chance to show itself into the light of God. M when such a moment came, I tried to translate the topic of conversation in a different direction, in particular, "about the women. " I understand that this is somewhat vulgar about the beautiful flower that is a woman, but in a similar to our "heartfelt" conversation, such a term was most acceptable.
Unfortunately, contrary to my expectations, this topic did not go, although I saw how my interlocutor's eyes lit up with that unusual spark that can internally and externally transform any man for the better ...And all because he turned out to be married and, more moreover, newlyweds!
Amazing things happen in life! Only yesterday I wrote, for the most part, a theoretical substantiation of the “Woman at a Resort” problem, where the first point is the proof that a man takes his wife to a resort only when he is in a fit of love and passion in the post-wedding period. And in the middle of his married life, under a gun, you can’t force him to take his homemade splinter in order to completely ruin his vacation.
Or at the end of our life together, when passions have already subsided (after all, life and many of our actions are driven by passions), grandfather takes his grandmother and goes to the resort ...And here is the obvious living proof of my theory - Roma with his young wife!
And therefore, the topic “about women” that I proposed, distracting from the acute problems of politics, did not work. And in order to prevent a spark in the political powder keg, I pulled out my second trump card, prepared and brought from Kyiv. He began to scold the local bodyaga, which, in terms of strength, is more like compote than rum. “But here we have…” And he briefly drew the charms of the Ukrainian “Pervach”, well-known throughout the post-Soviet space, described by Gogol. In Roma's eyes, I saw a spark, no less bright and incendiary than the one that arose at my mention of "the women. "
Interest arose even more, when I said that I had brought Pervach with me, and even with pepper, and invited him to a tasting. Of course he refused...
We had a snack with a hothouse cucumber, prepared by me in advance from my dry ration, put to every holiday-maker who arrives at the hotel after ten in the evening ...
Human nature is such that he feels a great desire to share happiness with the person closest to him. Roma was no exception. He remembered that his young wife had been sitting in the room for two hours already, waiting for him to go to the beach with him. And he offered to share his impression of pervacha (that is, to taste) with his wife. I didn't mind...
And now the three of us are continuing the tasting of pepper pervach from my distant Ukraine.
Knowing the nature of our brother to drink to the bottom, no matter how much there is in the container: half a liter, a liter or a three-liter bottle, I suspended the tasting process in time (since, according to the Law of the feast, the pouring hand cannot be changed) and suggested going to the beach and “polishing » pervach with local rum. The company agreed: after all, you can drink within four walls at home, as much as you like, and we are on the Red Sea!
And five minutes later we were at the bar on the beach, where we ordered at an accelerated pace: my new acquaintances a rum and cola cocktail, and I had pure rum and a separate drink - sprite. Why increased rates? Yes, because before the closing of this bar on the beach (17-00) there were only five minutes left ...At this pace, we finished off all the open bottles of rum that were on the bar, then whiskey ...We would have had more time, but the bartender refused to open a new bottle.
But Svetlana and I (that was the name of my new acquaintance) did not succeed in leaving our jealous husband for a long time. And ten minutes later he appeared on the bridge. Having entrusted, as he said, looking after things to a neighbor in a deck chair: the fear of being left without a young wife was higher than the risk of losing any amount of money. And his choice, as it turned out later, and not only the choice, but also the suspicions, were correct.
A woman, and, moreover, a drunk woman, because she is the weaker sex, because she has very weak brakes compared to a man. Sveta was no exception. She was very emotionally delighted when, swimming at a depth of two meters, she suddenly discovered an island of reef remains, climbed onto it (she was almost waist deep in water) and began to share her joy with young Arabs who were swimming nearby. One of them, a strong man in a white T-shirt, did not remain indifferent to the joys of Svetlana: he swam up to her and took her by the hand ...
What happened next could be determined by frame-by-frame scrolling of this plot, if someone filmed it with a camera: water began to boil in the place where Roma was. And his body of an athlete-swimmer, tanned to a chocolate color, rushed to a couple smiling at each other, one of which was his beloved wife. In a moment, Roma's tenacious fingers squeezed the young Arab's throat and lowered his head into the sea. Nobody around expected this. And as soon as the Arab's head began to gurgle from under the water, everyone came to their senses and attacked Roma in a crowd. Roma released the neck of the drowning Arab and pounced on his friends. Seeing and feeling the beast-Roma on themselves, all the Arabs, including the recovered “hero of the occasion”, pushing and trampling each other, rushed up to the bridge. Behind them is Roma.
At the reception, as a witness, they did not invite me, apparently, and everything is clear to them. And that young strong Arab has not yet realized his idea regarding me. And I hope that before my departure to Kyiv on August 8, he doesn’t realize it ...God forbid!
August 8.2015. Saturday
Farewell to Egypt
Today is the last day of my stay at the Red Sea.
About five in the morning. I am back at sea. Which day all this happens automatically. No matter how much I sleep at night, no matter how tired I was yesterday, but in the morning, at four or five o'clock, I am already, as if spring-loaded by someone, already on my feet. The sea is pulling me. And I, almost subconsciously, go to him, carried away by his magic. I meet the dawn. And this has become my daily routine. Having met the dawn and, if possible, fixing in words on paper what I saw and felt, I can fall asleep for an hour or two right there, on a sun lounger, with a slight sense of accomplishment. Sometimes even sleep for so long, risking oversleeping breakfast, which happened more than once.
August.
In Egypt, the hottest period begins. And I felt this already last night, when I went out to the sea to contemplate the night Nature on the Red Sea. And I felt such stuffiness that I could not stay on the shore for even half an hour. Although it was already about eleven and the world should be cool from the heat of the day. Stuffiness and calmness are not the best signs of a resort even at the very edge of the water. During the day it was similar, but I did not notice it, as I almost constantly sat in the water and only occasionally went ashore to warm up. Yes, by the end of a twelve-day stay in Egypt, consider that in the desert, I began to freeze. And therefore I did not feel that closeness, which on windless days rolled on the coast from the side of the desert.
So this morning, as soon as I went beyond the irrigated and evergreen territory of the hotel towards the sea, I smelled of stuffiness, familiar to me from yesterday's suffocating evening.
Yes, and the water of the bay, until recently pleasing to the eye with its emerald blue color, began to crush in a dirty gray color with the same waves, which is even scary to look at, let alone plunge into.
The sun disappeared, still behind the whitish translucent clouds. Sometimes he peeks out just for a moment through their small gaps. But the wind from the West continued to pull over the rest of the sky, including the Sun at its zenith, a black cover of lead clouds.
The wind became cool, but not so much that it was unpleasant. And, moreover, the body, warmed up from morning to noon, gratefully perceived his fresh blowing and even rejoiced at him. I rejoiced in the pleasant coolness of the wind and I with my soul and heart. After all, I missed him so much, being in a foreign land, in the South, on the Sinai Peninsula, although prestigious for many, a desirable, but still alien, cruel and deserted land.
After all, everything that I saw, felt and perceived, with the exception of the Red Sea, is a props, like Potemkin villages for Catherine II. And I felt, and continue to feel deceived. And it gets a little embarrassing. And therefore, about those fourteen days in Egypt, I only remember the Red Sea, and, like in an aquarium, a variety of fish.
While I was remembering all this, the breeze began to bring small drops of rain from the clouds - so finely dispersed that you can’t even call them drops. And as if the damp coolness of the wind began to refresh my back. Something like acupressure. But soon small drops of rain danced on my back. I got cold. And I hurried to my cozy Kyiv apartment, the balcony of which I could see from this island ...
In abbreviation, the full text is in the book by Sasha Sim "The Red Sea - a corner of the earthly Paradise".
Hotel "Al Samaka Beach" is located in the Promenade area, 6 km from the airport of Hurghada and is part of a complex consisting of 2 hotels: "El Samaka Beach" and "El Samaka Comfort".
The hotel was opened in 1986, the last renovation was carried out in 2016. The total area of the territory is 6.6 hectares.
To the right of the Al Samaka Beach Hotel is the Princess Palace Hotel & Club 3 *, to the left is a wasteland (! ).
Rooms
The hotel has 163 rooms. The rooms feature: central air conditioning, mini bar, safe, shower, hairdryer, telephone, satellite TV (Russian channels), balcony or terrace. Rooms of the category "Standard Rooms" - an area of .32 sq. m..
Nutrition
The hotel has two food concepts: HB - Main restaurant: buffet breakfast and dinner. All drinks for an additional fee and All inclusive - breakfast, dinner - buffet, local wine - during dinner no more than two glasses per person.
The drinks.
Lobby bar 10:00 – 23:00. Bar on the beach 12:00 - 15:00. Pool bar 10:00 – 17:00. Local beer - in glasses (only two bottles a day)
Services. Entertainment, sports
July 25.2015. Saturday
Kyiv. On the eve of departure
The day started as usual. I woke up early, admired the beauty of the rising sun and immediately compared it with the "lean" to the limit sunrise in Egypt, where there is not even dawn as such. Although I have been in Kyiv for two weeks after Egypt, in my homeland, the trail of memories continues to stretch invisibly from those impressive eight days when I was on the Red Sea: both good and bad, and not very much. Of course, it's a little disappointing when you have to experience some inconvenience for a thousand bucks. But all these troubles by the end of the day seemed to me the fruit of my selfishness and too high opinion of myself. And I started dreaming about the Red Sea again.
But all this will come later. And now I am standing on the balcony in my Obolon apartment and admiring the beauty of the morning dawn.
Then he turned his gaze to the curly caps of the crowns of the grove, to the blue of the water of the Dnieper Bay and thought: “The pictures of the world are so diverse and in terms of the brightness of impressions that one can describe it and write about it ad infinitum. Just like photographing Nature every time, it will never be the same: the pictures will be different all the time. But this is all a reserve for my creativity “for later”. And now, from the very morning, my thought is attached to this evening, when I will again be in Egypt on the Red Sea ...
So, waiting for noon, I began to actively fuss with only one goal thought: the airport, the plane and I was on time in it - everything that depended on me. And then - everything is as planned in such cases by the travel agency, for small details that I specify.
Without going into irrelevant details (although, with special talent, each such detail could be made into a masterpiece of writing), I state that by ten in the evening I was already sitting on the plane and heard the even hum of its engines. For me, flying in an airplane has already become almost a common occurrence: in one month, three rather long (more than three hours) flights and the fourth at the beginning of the next one are already too much ...Therefore, the following flights, after the first one, were less impressive and were not reflected in my travel notes.
Borispol airport"
Arrived very early. Sitting. I'm waiting for registration. I settled down in a comfortable easy chair at the check-in point, and therefore I allow myself to think abstractly, not paying attention to the little things and keeping in sight the place where the check-in queue will begin to form, in order to be among the first and get a more decent seat on the plane than last time - in the tail of the toilets.
The airport is the same station, only more solid and larger in scale. There are no homeless people - probably, it is expensive for them to come here every evening to spend the night comfortably here. And the control at the very entrance is worse than any police officer at the railway station. That is why they are there, and we are here without them. I don't know about them, but we feel great without them.
And the smell is fresh. Even though it's hot outside - more than thirty above zero. There is no smell of sweaty bodies and standing socks in a free state. Perhaps because the contingent is all intelligent and air conditioners are working, and next to it, on the second floor, behind passport and customs control is Duty Free, where “ball” colognes and perfumes of the most famous brands in the world are intensively sprayed. Naturally, everything sprayed settles on the price tags and is fished out of the pockets of domestic "foreign tourists". The industry of confiscating money from a tourist who has escaped from the clutches of everyday life has begun.
Further, it will continue with a hotel guide, imposing tourist trips on you at a double rate, illegally accusing everyone who has it cheaper - scammers and crooks. Further - by all the merchants in the marketplaces and streets, attracted by your snow-white, as yet without traces of the first tan, body, like shark blood. They know, firstly, that you have a lot of money (even after Duty Free) and do not believe you if you tell them “No money” (no money), and secondly, you are inexperienced and inexperienced, and therefore you can easily get hooked on them, etc.
But it will be later, already on the second day after your arrival in Sharm El Sheikh or Hurghada. In the meantime, we are still only on the first floor and are waiting for registration.
Shiny mirrored granite floor. On it easily, as if on an air cushion, heavy carts loaded to the very top with suitcases slide. And they move as a result of light pressure, as it seems, just one finger of the passenger.
At the same time, he involuntarily compares it with a loader at a railway station: a man, sweating from exertion, pushes a soy cart with the same number of suitcases, and it’s so hard for him that he involuntarily feels sorry for him as a human being and wants to help him ...
The mind, constantly looking for a causal relationship in any phenomenon, suggests that all of us, thousands of passengers of various airlines, have paid for this comfort, and it is included in the price of a plane ticket. That is why it is much more expensive than a ticket of any land transport for the same distance, although the cost is lower ...
If you look closely at the faces, then so many different nationalities can be distinguished! And you will involuntarily think that you did not get to the airport, but to the World Gathering of representatives of all peoples, nationalities, nations and nationalities! Just do not understand why so many Russians?
This is probably an omen of great social cataclysms: in Moscow, on Red Square, Maidan will soon be expected, just like we had last year. And with reference to the realities of the current Boryspil airport, you begin to understand that it was announced that they were boarding a plane to Moscow and all Russians gathered from all over the airport to leave Ukraine. After this fact, my imaginative thinking presented a different, opposite picture: the Russians are urgently leaving Ukraine, apparently due to the activation of the Right Sector and other nationalist forces. This is connected with the "mass migration of the people" ...
Gradually, several hundred of the noisy and bustling crowd of Russians seeped through the sieve of the reception desk, leaving not a single passenger on the first floor of the airport, all of them were swallowed up by a Moscow plane and they soared into the sky, to their homeland. And I still continued to wait for the beginning of my registration.
But now, my turn has come: a little more than two hours before the departure of my plane to Hurghada, the first people appeared in the queue for registration. And I hurried to get in line. After all, from past experience, I knew waiting for the last in this line. Now there is an opportunity and free time, until registration begins, to talk about it.
So, being the last in line for registration, you provide yourself with a long and tedious standing in line, about an hour. But this is not the worst thing that awaits you. Worst of all, they will put you on all three hours of the flight at the very back of the plane, in the last row, by the toilet, and even tearing you away from your beloved if you took her to the resort with you. It is the penultimate one that is the most puzzling. Here, for analogy, we can imagine the last compartment in the train.
The same thing: the constant gurgling of the door, and the queue for the toilet, almost everyone, especially beginners - not even for the purpose of using it for its intended purpose, but simply out of curiosity about what and how it works at an altitude of 1.000 meters. And as a result, almost every minute you hear loud sounds sucking with a serb, as if some huge monster is trying to absorb, along with water from the toilet, everything that you gave it. The unenviable role of this "swallow" ...The only significant difference from the train is that there is no smell. And that's a little comforting. And one more small, but, nevertheless, unpleasant trifle: when you try to recline the chair from a sitting to a reclining state, you suddenly find that it is impossible to do this: the back of the chair rests against the back wall of the toilet. This is an additional free "charm" of this place…
Settlement in the room. Number
During the settlement, I saw a cunning trick to seize "extra" money from the holidaymakers.
Imagine, after long and exhausting flights, especially late at night, you are settled in the most disgusting room that is not only in this hotel, but in the whole wide world. In addition to huge cockroaches and ants, lizards and even rats can roam the room like at home. More precisely, they are at home, and you were visiting them. And because they have the appropriate attitude towards you ...
Naturally, you are outraged and immediately, after midnight, run to the manager at the reception desk with a demand to provide a normal number. The clerk, with his unfailing smile and the utmost attention and courtesy, apologetically offers to wait until morning or hints at the possibility of solving the problem now for ten dollars. And where do you go. You agree.
Health, and maybe life, is more expensive ...You settle in a normal, as expected, room and fall asleep with bliss ...And your first terrarium room with terrible repairs and not cleaned in the last six months is waiting for the next unlucky client to work at the porter service ( reception) with his (number) help, he took another ten dollars from the client ...I don’t know how in four- or five-star hotels, but in a three-star one, such as Al Samaka Beach, this is successful and beneficial for themselves, they practice.
There are rooms in the bungalow, but I would not advise them to agree, especially from the wasteland (it's on the left). Not only does the mosquito climb from the swamp of the wasteland day and night (the net on the window does not help), but also different living creatures. These bungalows are built like monastic cells, the external and internal appearance is the same, and even small windows.
July 27.2015. Monday
First day at the hotel. Meeting with the hotel guide.
My first day on the Red Sea was intense.
But to meet the sunrise, as planned, did not work. Overslept. This is understandable: half a day at the airports of Kyiv and Egypt, more than three hours in the air, at an altitude of 1.000 meters (it’s even scary to imagine, let alone fly! ). at night upon arrival - fuss with the settlement, problems with the room ....And therefore already in the morning, through a dream, I decided to postpone this event of the meeting of the Sun on Egyptian soil until tomorrow.
Woke up around six local time, an hour before breakfast. But the sun had long since jumped out from behind the horizon and rushed up towards its zenith. I have not yet got used to the local light day: it gets dark early - at six it is already dark, and it gets light - late or early - it is difficult to understand in this mysterious Egypt. Maybe it depends on the latitude. After all, white nights begin in St. Petersburg at this time, and now I am closer to the equator than in Ukraine ...Anything can happen ...
In the morning, the first thing is the sea, and everything else - then. I liked the sea.
Ksyati, the sea can not help but like it. Although in Hurghada it is much poorer in its inhabitants, compared to the sea in Sharm El Sheikh. There are no those colorful fish and in such a huge number. Especially when they are fed slices of bread from a local restaurant, which is forbidden.
After swimming, I got acquainted with the territory of the hotel: very large and well-groomed. Liked: a lot of greenery and huge palm trees. As for a three-star hotel - a plus, even compared to the previous one, where I was, a 4 * hotel.
The daily routine is typical for such resorts: three time reference points: breakfast, lunch and dinner, tied to a specific time. The rest is free time, do what you want. Of course, you swim in the sea and sunbathe. In the heat of the day, you sit under the air conditioner - in your room or at the bar. And with a special desire - you sleep at any convenient time of the day, and here it is any convenient.
On the first day, in the morning, we met with our personal guide from "Anex tour". He was rather tired with his obsessive offer of excursions, inflated twice, compared with similar prices for excursions right there, around the corner of our hotel. This is my first meeting with intrusive service, with a desire without any moral and ethical rules, a brazen attempt to take free dollars from me in the amount of fifty to three hundred for each excursion. But, fortunately, I resisted this temptation with the use of the NLP guide, suggestion and other “tricks”. But, at the same time, I watched with interest how banknotes of large and small denominations rustled around the table, passing from the pockets of the spa guests into the pocket of the guide. As if it were not a table in the Lobbe Bar, but a high-stakes gaming table in some gambling establishment in Hurghada.
There was an attempt to actively intervene in this process of fraudulent withdrawal of money from gullible holidaymakers, but I was afraid that they might beat me, and maybe hurt my legs - somewhere away from prying eyes. After all, the stakes are big. In addition, the process was voluntary, on both sides by mutual agreement. There was no violence (physical). Although significant psychological violence was clear and obvious to an outside observer.
July 28.2015. Tuesday
Brazier on the concrete streets of Hurghada
On the second day, immediately after lunch, I decided with one of the tourists from Belarus to walk along the main street of the place where our hotel "Al Samaka Beach" is located.
The heat is terrible. Moreover, in this stone pipe - a long street with white buildings, like a mirror reflecting all the heat of the sun on you. People - not a single person, only sometimes there are one or two such European idiots as we are.
But still, there is a benefit from such an unbearably “hot” one and a half hour trip to duty-free (I have a two-day privilege to visit it from the day of arrival). And not only in terms of shopping, but most importantly, I saw this area of Hurghada, and the whole of Egypt, in natural light, without distracting nighttime advertising. And the impression is not pleasant. Half of the shops are closed for renovations. Separate large plots, several hectares of expensive land near the sea, are empty in the form of garbage wastelands, fenced off from the main street by a high fence made of rare metal rods. And this is 2015, even before the justification of such a situation by the crisis. From what I saw, I can conclude that Egypt in general and Hurghada in particular are not particularly attractive for both local large (if any) and foreign investors. I compare with Kyiv, which in this respect is far ahead of Egypt.
Even despite the fact that the climatic conditions and the possibilities of the tourism business in Egypt are much higher and tourists from all over the world bring dollars here. The question is, where does this money go? - Maybe, just like ours, they are stolen by officials close to power and in power? . . After all, the East has always loved and continues to love luxury and gold in a special way ...I mean sheikhs, khans and other rulers of the eastern lands. And the poor in the lower classes are still slaves for them, only with some physical freedom ...
Quite tired and all wet, as if I had just got out of the sea in clothes, I, after some “drying”, plunged into a comfortable armchair of the lobby bar. And he continued the tasting of local, so-called strong (but actually weak, up to 25 °) drinks, which he started yesterday, in order to determine what is acceptable for drinking here.
As a result, I determined that everything offered is bodyaga, not only by taste, but also by the price level of real drinks in Duty Free and local ones with the same names and labels: they differ three or more times in dollar terms . But today, in order not to interfere with drinks, he was content only with rum, washed down with Sprite. And this pleasure lasted more than two hours, interspersed with communication with one small businessman from Sergiev Posad near Moscow. And from that moment - in more detail in the essay "Russian Nature" (see below).
About woman and love
Woman at the resort
Since the days of the USSR, when I had not been in the role of a lonely bachelor at sea for a long time, a lot has changed. Why in the role of a lonely bachelor? - Yes, because only then can the secret of a woman be revealed to you, who, under other circumstances and in other places, hides her innermost feminine deep under the shell of an impenetrable shell-house.
I knew the woman of the 80s and 90s of the last century quite well. Then, still a Soviet woman, since she could not change dramatically in a couple of years, in the early 90s. And he wrote many books and aphorisms about her. But a lot has changed in these twenty years.
Before there was socialism. And almost every worker, including a woman, had real opportunities to visit a domestic resort in the Crimea or the Caucasus, and even on a preferential trade union ticket for only fifteen to twenty rubles for twenty-four days! At that time, I also went to the sea many times, arranging such a vacation for myself even for the whole summer: from May to September. And therefore everything I wrote about a woman is true, because it was written from nature.
But times have passed. A lot has changed, for most not for the better. First of all, there was a social polarization of the entire population. Social leveling was excluded and a start was given for growth in the material direction.
In addition, almost everyone had all the conditions and opportunities for this. But few managed to take full advantage of this and gain the opportunity to visit any resorts in the world, except for the "budget" resorts in Turkey, Egypt and Tunisia.
Among successful businessmen, a very small proportion are women. This is understandable. Not in all business areas, she can show herself as stubbornly and, at times, with a degree of arrogance and violation of basic moral and ethical standards, like a man. That's why she's a woman. Her nature is completely different. And there is no business, no funds for the annual resort.
Now men are taking women to the resort as part of newlywed couples - while the ardor and passions for their young wives are heated to the limit. At the same time, in middle age you rarely meet a married couple at a resort: “Not only is this “old splinter” tired at home, but you also spend dollars to take it to hell, so that it ruins your vacation there too! What is the meaning and where is the logic?
”, - this is what most married men with experience think. And they enjoy a plentiful libation of strong liquor at the resort, sometimes courting free ladies from among the vacationers: “A resort romance is not treason at all if there is no continuation after ... ” And they belong to the category of Wolves: they prowl and find a woman for themselves. So do those who do not want to spend too much, to take a woman with them: whether she is a wife or a mistress: they will find her at the resort, because they feel their irresistibility. If the latter fails, then they also go into hard drinking - the only joy of life.
And the men who have mistresses and enough material means take them with them to the resort. It's like in the old joke - Lions!
And only old people go to the resort as married couples, they bring their grandmothers with them: passions have subsided long ago, everything in life has been tested and it’s pointless to wait for anything new, and you don’t want to. But it's still calmer...
August 1.2015. Saturday
Rest on the Red Sea and women
Again, an annoying thought haunts me that half the term of my rest has already passed - so quickly and imperceptibly that you wonder how this could happen. And why is there no means to stop this excessively cruel time. And I feel that just as quickly, if not even faster, my remaining seven holiday days will flash by, and I will again be alone, completely alone in my Kyiv apartment on the banks of the Dnieper. And the only joy for me in my bachelor hermitage will be the appearance of my only and beloved - Muse. Only the whole question: How long will she be with me and not leave one to be eaten up by an already immensely long time of absolute loneliness. After all, only because of the jealous Muse, I can not be with any real, physical body and soul, a woman.
Here, in Hurghada, in order to compensate for the horror of many years of loneliness with lively communication, especially with the female sex, I proved to be the most sociable and sociable man, regardless of the age of the interlocutors: from twenty to seventy years. My, as others say, an outstanding ability to communicate with the female sex, both single and married (if their husbands present nearby allow it), does not let me get bored. One or two abandoned phrases immediately open a channel for easy and relaxed communication. Plus, the importance of communicating with me is given by some subtleties and secrets of rest in this hotel, which I, already as an observant and experienced old-timer, share with women who are eager to know them. I'm not averse to using the "high-minded" templates that I have accumulated over the many years of my vacation in the Crimea, in Alushta. And because many women consider me an intellectual.
But this, as I believe, is external, ostentatious intelligence. And what is inside me - even I myself do not know. But sometimes I still recalled my own aphorism: "I'm afraid to open my mouth and say a word, what if my interlocutor turns out to be smarter than me. " But Nature, the sea and rest simplify many conventions. And even those who in ordinary life seem clearly unacceptable, at the resort, in places of relaxation of that spring that constantly compresses a person and keeps him in constant psychological stress, really relax. It is here, at the resort, that a person's desire for freedom is manifested to the greatest extent, despite the restrictive prohibitions and conventions. And in this regard, I acted as a psychotherapist, as a catalyst for this process of psychological relaxation and liberation of the personality.
Here, in Hurghada, I made friends not only with women, but also found a common language with a number of Russian celebrities: children's writer Sergei Yeremeev, editor of thick Ural magazines Sergei Sekesov, businessman Yuri K. and others. He was not averse to talking and making friends with the kings of the Moscow region (as they called themselves) of the underworld (see my essay, below: “Russian character”). And this despite the fact that for many Ukraine was, almost an enemy, in connection with the problems of the occupation of the Crimea. Absolutely all Russians reacted rather sharply to this wording. The war in the Donbass was condemned by almost everyone, because Russian citizens also died there. Nevertheless, even in such difficult political situations, we found a common language and came, as Mikhail Gorbachev said, to a “consensus”.
Beethoven and the Red Sea.
The lark wakes up very early in the summer. A little light, and its trills are heard high in the sky.
I heard these songs of a lark when I was six or seven years old in the steppe of Dnepropetrovsk region near the Volcha River. And for a long time I could not stop admiring the boundless steppe, the variety of herbs and their smells, as well as the bell high in the sky, as if the sky itself poured out this silvery sound of the lark's song onto the earth. Maybe even then I myself became a lark ...
Today I woke up early, before sunrise. Opening the curtain on the window of my cell, I saw complete darkness. I thought that it was still very early and sat down at the laptop to edit the previous article.
While working, time passed so quickly that when I looked out the window of my cell a second time, I saw that it was already quite light in the hotel courtyard. There was a dull light, but the rays of the sun had not yet touched the tops of the tall palm trees in the yard. And I thought that I still have a chance. It took another five minutes to turn off the computer, get ready, and another couple of minutes to quickly walk to the sea.
And then I was disappointed: the sun's disk had already taken off an inch from the horizon and continued to slowly but uncontrollably strive upward. And I realized that, just like last time, I was late again. And again I cannot describe from the very beginning this miracle of the appearance of the sun in our world.
I quickly walked along the artificially washed breakwater to the very edge of the land, from which the real sea begins. And he tried to snatch at least something from the constantly changing picture of the process that had already begun, to remember and in a minute or two put it on paper with the help of words and phrases.
Once again I was convinced that here, in Egypt, the sun does not create the morning Dawn in the sense that it appears here in Ukraine. And all the same, more and more incandescent and decreasing in diameter, the yellow disk creates around itself a faint pink color, and that is not for long: the sun itself soon absorbs it, flaring up to such a light that it becomes impossible to look at it.
So, watching the rising sun, I was already walking along the boardwalk and therefore did not immediately notice at the very end of it, at the bottom step, a young Arab girl, as usual for all Arab women, dressed in black from the heels to the neck. Only her feet were immersed in the sea, and she played with them with a light wave. I tore my gaze away from the sun and looked into her smiling face. And I saw an equally wonderful sun right in front of me. And even more wonderful. Therefore, I could no longer look at the sun above the horizon, and my gaze was riveted to the sun that the earth gave birth to. And in addition to everything, and even in spite of everything, oh, a miracle, music poured from her hands, which held the smartphone. But not oriental, but a real classic! I could have expected anything but this.
I, a passionate lover of classical music: Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, at the perception of which I cry from sensitivity almost sobbing, here, on the edge of the earth, from the oppressed remnants of the past woman of the East, I perceive my favorite miracle, which, by definition, cannot be here be! ..
I thought maybe this is a mirage, or a sweet morning dream, which I continue to see as an impression from yesterday, when all day I saw dozens of Arab women wrapped in black clothes like dolls, only narrow slits for the eyes were visible. And there were several times more such women in the hotel than the Europeans themselves. But I did not rub my eyes from the mirage. I just did not want this vision, if it is a mirage, not to disappear.
Through thin clothes, long slender legs and a generally slender figure of a girl about, or a little over twenty years old, were visible.
Then I was left alone, and she left ...
But not for long. Half an hour later, when the first bathers appeared on the beach and I started an ordinary, meaningless conversation with them about resort affairs, problems, she appeared on the beach, called me to her and handed me a small shell ...But her whole appearance and behavior showed jealousy ...
I kept this shell in my cell-bungalow, and then I brought it to Kyiv as a memory of an Arab girl. And every time, as soon as my eye catches her, and this happens very often, I take her in my hands and kiss, imagining that I am kissing that Arab girl on the edge of the earth near the Red Sea, from whose hands Beethoven's music flows ...
Or maybe it's love at first sight? Naturally, not to Beethoven ...
August 2-3.2015. Sunday Monday
My and not my beautiful Maroua
Early morning. I am again on the shores of the Red Sea and contemplate the beauty of the rising Sun, the unstoppable procession into our world of the next day.
While I was so sensitively perceiving all this, my beautiful Marua appeared on the shore. With such a big delay. After all, the Sun had already risen a long time ago and was already high above the horizon. And I thought that she was waiting on purpose, did not go, so as not to frighten off Muse, her rival, who at this early hour completely took possession of me. Perhaps this is what true love consists of, sacrificial love, in order to sacrifice oneself for the sake of the happiness of a loved one or beloved. In this case, I will not extol myself so much, claiming that Marua really truly loved me. And it's not a huge, almost forty years, age difference. I just don't believe that this can happen in real life...
We listened to classical music again today. But already opera Arabic. Maroua sometimes sang along. And the smile never left her face. She, like yesterday, sat on the wooden steps of the ladder, her legs dangling ankle-deep into the sea.
I swam a short distance from her. And he looked her directly and openly in the face. As I later realized, this is not accepted and is considered bad form on my part in the East.
If you can call it that, we talked. She spoke fluent English and I understood her perfectly. I - in the same English, but so disgusting that I could not even answer the question about my family, which caused her some irritation. She thought that I was hiding something very important from her ...
I learned from her that she is from Cairo, here in Hurghada she is resting with her mother, father and brother, that tomorrow they are going for a whole day to go diving. Works in the field of some business, loves music, plays the piano. At my request to slightly open the scarf (unlike other Arab women, it is light in color), she said: “Know, ah, arabic gel! ("You can't, I'm an Arab girl").
All the time of our communication, Arabic classical music sounded, as if indicating to me that Marua is completely committed to and even in the power of the unwritten laws of the East. And if I want to be with her, even here at sea, I must follow these laws, even if I don't know them. And confirmation of this, after my silent and open contemplation of her face for several minutes, she, it seemed to me, abruptly interrupted this process, saying: "Swim and listen to music. " I was ashamed of my actions and swam ten meters away, leaving Marua alone. But music continued to connect us.
It was already late for an early morning. And Marua, leaving, said: "Goodbye, Sasha. " And in her voice, as she said my name, I felt something inexplicable...But I realized that she, although with regret, was saying goodbye to me forever...
It's been a long time.
But I can’t find an answer to the question: “Why does fate throw into our lives such stories that are short in time, but deep in content and hurting the soul? » It is impossible to develop or continue them, even with superpowers and superpowers. And after that you involuntarily draw the conclusion: “What a cruel fate: it sends, but only for a moment, an incredible joy of the soul, dooming in advance to long, if not for a lifetime, suffering ... ”
I know that I will never meet Maroua again in my life...
The thought of an Arab girl on the seashore did not leave me all day. And the next morning, waking up and going to the sea, I wanted to believe that I would meet her again ...
At the same time, my main motive that moved me from the first seconds after waking up (and even before) was the meeting of the Sun. After all, it is not known whether the Arab girl will come to the sea today or not, and the Sun will definitely rise.
And therefore, love for the Sun was more reliable than love for an Arab girl, but the nascent second, nevertheless, was stronger. And besides, the beauty of the rising sun belonged to many in this world, and the beauty of the Maroua girl could only belong to me alone. And I felt this with particular force when yesterday I saw her for the second time, returning to the beach to give me a shell.
I came to the sea very early. There was no one but me at sea. I looked in vain at the empty steps of the gangway, where yesterday Marua sat and splashed her legs in the sea. And I felt so bitter and hurt for the unfulfilled hopes of seeing her again. But the rising Sun overshadowed all my memories and thoughts about the Arab girl, removing them far into the subconscious, and showed everyone, including me, that it is more important than everyone and everything in this World. And I, a traitor, was carried away by him and began to write my sketches from him.
Dawn
Sunrise in Egypt
On the second day in Hurghada, I decided to still see the local sunrise and compare this phenomenon with the same in Sharm El Sheikh and Kyiv.
Early morning. It's not yet five local time. But it is already light, or rather faded-light, like the white nights in St. Petersburg. And such a comparison arises because it has been more than an hour since the night fell and dawned, but the Sun has not yet appeared. And this delay of the Sun causes inexplicable feelings and even some premonitions of something unusual and unkind, because it does not fit into our usual concepts of the sunrise, when everything is clear.
But my eye catches the true cause of natural disasters here in Egypt, which puts everything in its place. And this reason consists in a wide strip of either clouds or haze across the entire eastern part of the sky above the horizon, starting above the surface of the sea and slightly upwards. Apparently, these are not clouds, since the upper edge of this band is rather even, and not jagged, as is the case with clouds.
One gets the impression that there is no Dawn in Egypt at all!
But is there something in place of it?
Only for a while, within 15-20 minutes, in a narrow segment above the Sun, which has not yet risen over a dark strip of haze, a yellow sky with a slight pinkish tinge appears. But the Sun also absorbs this pinkness into itself, greedily absorbs it back, as soon as it appears in this world with its small edge. And therefore, with unusual force, it begins to ignite and turn into a bright yellow disk, which becomes impossible to look at ...And the sky above the Sun will become ordinary, faintly blue, with ever-increasing brightness. That's the whole Egyptian Dawn - a weak, in its embryo destroyed by the Sun itself, a phenomenon ...
And so it becomes a shame for the local residents, who, perhaps, will never be able to see the real Dawn in their lives - the one that plays and burns fieryly with all its unstoppable power here, in Ukraine, as if saying: here I give you Sun with great vitality, take it and absorb its great life force! I can compare these two phenomena: the morning Dawn in Ukraine and its faint resemblance in its embryonic state in Egypt, since I see the Ukrainian Dawn almost every morning: my balcony overlooks the East and the Dnieper ...
At the same time, the Sun rises higher and higher, and you are bitterly disappointed that your hopes of seeing the morning Dawn were not justified. And you, with your naivety and old habit, were waiting for her! . . And the higher the Sun rises, the smaller it becomes in diameter.
If it appeared above the horizon, almost the size of a saucer with a barely reddish tint, then far above the horizon it looks like a small penny, but with such brightness that it creates a dazzling halo around itself and therefore seems to be the daytime ruler of the World.
The light of the Sun falls on everything that is on the surface of the Earth. And all objects: buildings, trees, plants, etc. , as if jumping out of the darkness of the night, acquire their contrasting, natural look. All living creatures wake up and crawl out of their minks-dwellings. He wakes up, stretching under the rays of the Sun or his messenger - a bright light, and the Man ...And only predatory and poisonous sea creatures that frighten holidaymakers and who do not allow tipsy, and absolutely sober vacationers to enjoy the delights of a night font, crawl away - deep into the sea, until the next nightfall.
It caresses the body, slightly warming its surface. And it’s hard to believe that in an hour or two it will become so burning and incredibly boldly will strive to burn everything that gets in its way: be it a human body or a mollusk thrown onto land, bring them to suffering and, possibly, to death. And everyone experienced this midday cruel insolence of the Sun: at first in the form of reddening of the skin, then, mainly at night, unbearable pain and burning, preventing you from falling asleep, and after a couple of days, your skin will begin to crawl off like a molting snake ...But as long as it doesn't. And you continue to enjoy the ever-increasing gentle flow of gentle solar heat, but subconsciously establish in yourself the line between Good and Evil, which can simultaneously come even from the Sun.
Carried away by the phenomenon in our world of the Sun, I undeservedly left other natural phenomena out of my attention. For example, Wind.
And I caught myself thinking that such a charm of earthly existence can only be in such early morning hours. And good is the one who, having overcome his eternal laziness, raises his lazy body, and with it the Soul, thirsting for pleasant impressions, and takes them out to the seaside - towards the morning heavenly pleasures. And, once having experienced this charm of earthly and unearthly existence, he will strive for it again and again. And therefore, in all subsequent days of my resort stay in Hurghada, I rose at sunrise and, as enchanted, in addition to the will of the mind and consciousness, like a sleepwalker, I went to the Red Sea coast to receive my dose of good, so necessary for my body and for my soul...
The air in those early hours was filled with the peculiar smell of the Red Sea. No matter how deeply I inhaled it, widening my nostrils to the limit and trying to capture the features of this smell in order to put them into words, nothing worked out for me.
And also, after a time, the fading rumble of the same engines of just arrived aircraft after they hovered over the sun before landing. They brought hundreds and thousands of people from all over the globe here, to affordable hotels for many and, most importantly, to the only one in the world, in terms of its healing qualities and the unusual beauty of the underwater world, the Red Sea.
And at the center of the action was our Al Samaka Beach hotel and me sitting by the sea this early morning watching it all. The beauty! ..
August 2.2015. Sunday
Sunrise on the Red Sea
Five am. I am again at the very edge of the land, at the edge that divides the world into two parts: the Sea and the firmament of the earth. And I am waiting for the great miracle of the appearance of the Sun in this World. Before that, I had already seen the rising Sun several times, and each time it gave me more and more new pictures. But I knew and hoped that today it would be new and unusual, different from what I saw yesterday.
But for now, the ink of the sky, all over the dome above me, was a uniform dirty gray. The night moved to the west and with it pulled off its black cover from the sky, leaving this grayness on it - as a basis - a canvas for a picture where the Sun will be the artist, so that it would draw pictures of its morning Dawn on this canvas.
But, unfortunately, this did not happen today either. And the Sun just splashed out light blue paint and only in that small segment of the sky where it should come out from behind the horizon. And yet, nevertheless, for a long time it was not shown to the place prepared in this way. And all because, like yesterday, a wide dark gray band of haze arose on its way, apparently from water evaporating from the surface of the sea. And the appearance of the Sun in this world was somewhat delayed. But more and more light blue paint poured out of it into the sky, and this paint began to spill over the entire sky.
And in the very east, where the Sun should rise, a faint pink base appeared, like a kind of bed for the baby-Sun being born. And under this pinkish bed, everything was as unshakable as a guard, encircling the entire horizon in a circle, an impenetrable gray strip of mist. Rare transparent clouds hung above this gray haze, which, against the background of the blueness of the sky, gave off bright whiteness, gradually turning into a faint pink color. They, these two or three clouds were the only inhabitants of the sky at this early hour. Unfortunately, they soon evaporated as soon as the fiery rays of the sun just touched their surface. Here, in the hot East, the Sun does not like anyone else besides him to dominate the sky during the day. In Ukraine, the Sun is more democratic: it lives in the sky itself and cumulus clouds, like lambs, driven by a shepherd-breeze, allows you to walk in the sky, What does the East mean. Thin East.
This mysterious East, where not only the relations between the rulers and the people are special, but also the same relations in Nature, in particular, among the inhabitants of the sky ...And the sky here creates the same laws as the laws of the Sheikh.
Only the Moon in its full phase, sort of like a weak opposition to the solar power, still somehow tried to stay in the sky, but not for long: its dominance in this world had already ended as soon as the night had gone to the west, beyond the horizon. And her attempts to be present here in the morning sky, even to me seemed, at least, inappropriate. She will soon understand this and disappear after her patroness at night. In the meantime, it remains to hang above my head somehow even shamefully, having lost its bright silvery light, which it bestowed on the world of the night, retaining only a whitish spot on itself, and seemed like some kind of ghost.
The sea, dark in its mass, was light in the east and played with weak waves in the reflection of the blue sky. As a result of this game, dark backs of waves flashed on the surface, somewhat similar to the backs of a school of fish swimming through this segment of the light surface of the sea. On the rest of the darkening part of the surface of the sea, a weak breeze from the land created a small swell and it seemed that the sea was trembling, betraying its trembling to the surface with this swell.
He sailed along the bright segment of the sea, there in the distance, at the very horizon, a boat, leaving behind a trail in the form of dots and dashes, like in Morse code. And I easily read these messages: “I meet the dawn and greet the rising Sun! "What a cute boat, " I thought ...And I could not help but wave to him.
Everything and everyone in the world: the sky, the sea, and even a boat in the sea, as well as all the inhabitants of the land were ready for the coming of the Sun. And he was suspiciously not there and not there ...
Will they call an ambulance for me? That is why I hid my spiritual ardor deep within myself. But at the same time he thought: “How hard it is for a Man not to show what is truly human, without fear that this human society will not reject him and isolate him from himself! And I felt so sad after that. And a tear rolled down my eyes...
But real life did not allow me to be sad and sad for a long time. Moreover, the Sun began to create more and more new pictures. The pink color of fire poured by the Sun across the sky was soon absorbed by the Sun itself. On the surface of the sea, a column of fire rushed straight towards me from the Sun, which, in contrast to the rest of the dark sea, seemed brighter than the Sun itself, and the color was fiery, in contrast to the burning yellowness of the Sun. And it seemed to me that in gratitude for the fact that I so subtly feel everything that happens, the Sun gives all this only to me alone in this world ...
The night was with the outgoing power and a shaky graying blanket still lay on the territory of the hotel, allowing only lanterns to illuminate its individual sections. A faint breeze barely perceptibly moved the fan of the wide-open crown of palm trees. And over all this world was the mistress of the moon. It hung with its full disk directly overhead and drained its silvery light to the ground. But I took it all in automatically and paid little attention. Because the main action was waiting for me - the sunrise.
When I left the front garden of the hotel with a lot of palm trees, bushes of Iranian roses, neatly trimmed shrubs and all sorts of other plants that create a kind of microcosm, and jumped out into the open space by the sea, where there was only sand, stones, sun loungers and shade umbrellas made of dried palm leaves, I noticed that the east has already begun to turn gray. As before, along the edge of the horizon, along the entire circumference, there was a wide strip of gray, not that of fog, not that of darkness.
In the gap between the cirrus clouds and a solid gray stripe above the horizon, a gap rose a little pink, then this pink color began to pour higher - onto the light blue firmament framing the eastern part of the sky, as if asserting itself on it. And, as if rejoicing at these transformations of the sky in the east, the sea acquired a whitish color in this area. And the northern light breeze created many dark strokes on its surface in the form of dark backs of fish, as if thousands of them swam to the surface and cut it with their backs. The sea below me began to splash against the stones and seemed to be talking about something monotonously, so convincingly that it was impossible not to believe. I only regretted one thing, that I did not know the language of the sea and could not understand his story. But I knew that I subconsciously perceive everything that the sea narrates with such enthusiasm.
And when the higher powers allow me to penetrate into my subtle world, I will definitely pass this story on to everyone in our material world.
While I was trying to understand what the sea was talking about, the pink color in the east disappeared somewhere. Most likely, he transferred his heat to the rest of the sky, turning into a bright blue on most of its surface.
The moon was no longer as bright silvery as half an hour ago, but hung modestly and aloofly, slapped to the dome of the sky by someone invisible, like an uninvited guest at a celebration of life. He hangs himself with a faded silver coin, as if he wants to say: “Despite the dawn and the imminent appearance of the Sun, I am still in the sky and there is no one more important than me in the sky!
» Hearing this, the east began to show its activity with redoubled strength and energy: it began to squeeze out the sun, lazy from sleep, from the foggy haze, warm up a place for it in the sky and brighten the entire hemisphere of the sky in blue. And only then the Moon completely faded, turned into a barely noticeable whitish disk.
Above the edge of the gray haze encircling the horizon, a barely noticeable pink edge of the solar disk appeared, but by the rate of its increase it became clear that victory would be his. The sun, as it were, hatched out of this viscous grayness and, with its own heat, was cleansed of the remnants of the evil of the night, falling into a prepared and heated place in the sky. Like a newborn baby is placed in a warm bed.
But on his way, another obstacle arose at the edge of the viscous haze - in the form of a cloud separated from it. Another barrier to the Sun was no longer dangerous, although it tried to cast a shadow on the Sun or, even worse, tear the Sun apart.
But the Sun, which had already gained strength, cut through this black cloud like a knife through butter and, leaving the last barrier behind it, finally broke out into the open spaces of the clear sky! And only now, after the last victory of the Sun, a wide pink path appeared on the water as a banner of the Victory of the forces of Good over Evil. The sun triumphed, shining in the sky and surrounding itself with a bright, burning halo that hurt in the eyes.
The darkness of the night completely receded, but only the Moon, defeated by the daytime luminary, as before, continued to hang in a faded spot high in the sky. And if it were not for the roundness of its disk, no one would have paid attention to it, but would have mistaken it for an unsightly whitish cloud, of which there are many in the sky.
August 4.2015. Tuesday
The struggle of the sun with the darkness of the night
Yesterday I met the dawn in full, but mostly in time. How deeply I penetrated into the essence of the phenomenon - one can definitely say here: I just touched this great mystery.
And therefore, content with the secret revealed to me by the Nature of Egypt yesterday, today I slept until five in the morning, and then slowly went to the sea ...
But, nevertheless, to contemplate the appearance of the Sun in this world, I still was not late. Today the Sun has been oppressed for too long by an over-the-horizon cloud that has engulfed the entire eastern horizon in a wide band and is closed in the gray haze of the western hemisphere of the sky. Even before my arrival, the Sun for about an hour with considerable effort tried to overcome the visor of this cloud with its bright eye. But it's useless. The only thing that the Sun managed to do was to gradually brighten that small segment of the sky that was above it and the cloud, gradually painting it in a slightly pink color. The same lightening of the grayness of the sky occurred with an ever-decreasing intensity towards the West, all over the sky.
And this made it possible for all living things on Earth to feel that the night had come to an end, it was time to wake up, open your eyes hidden from the fear of the night, and meet the dawn of a new day. And the world woke up, flooded the entire environment, up to the skies with its various singing, croaking, chirping and other noise.
But it was a few hundred meters from the coast, where daily intensive watering created a small oasis in the desert - on the small territory of the Al Samaka Beach Hotel and similar ones nearby. And here, on the seashore, one could feel the Sun trying to break through the dense gray mass and delight the world with its appearance. It moved through this mass in the form of a dim disk and was not much different from the Moon, which hung motionless right there, overhead. These two luminaries: night, no longer silver and day, slightly pink, seemed to compete with each other.
But the Moon was losing its light every second, turning into a whitish disk, the same color as the rare clouds around it. But the Sun, although it still remained a bright disk behind a layer of clouds near the horizon, let in such an array of heat and light into the world that it created a bright blue halo with a pink tint above this gray layer.
If you do not pay attention to this light halo, but only on the Sun, then it will seem that it so slowly and uncertainly overcomes the barrier of dark gray haze above the horizon, remaining unchanged in color and brightness, as if someone is forcibly pushing it out from behind the horizon and pulls through this darkness. And I even hear a dialogue between them: the Sun says: “I don’t want to! ". And this unknown force answers him: “It is necessary! "...
Another ten minutes passed. The sun had already climbed out of this dense cloud-mist and was rising, ever moving away from it.
But, to my surprise, it continued to be dim: apparently, today the haze, more rarefied, still broke away from its main array and soared up, absorbing the gift of the Sun. After all, yesterday, at this distance above the horizon, the Sun was so dazzlingly bright that it was impossible to look at it, and the body gratefully accepted the gentle flow of its heat.
And only when it rose a quarter of the distance from the horizon to the zenith, it began to shine brightly and cast its reflection on the surface of the sea in the form of a bright path, which in brightness seemed stronger than the brightness of the Sun itself. But this is only in comparison with the dark color of the water around.
And a few minutes later, an ever-increasing heat began to emanate from the Sun. At first, I felt it visually, with my eyes, but then with the entire surface of my body open to the Sun.
But it seemed that the wind, blowing from the side of the land that had cooled during the night, carried this heat to the side, preventing the Sun from manifesting in full force of its heat. But at the same time, the wind was powerless against the ever-increasing brightness of the Sun: it became blindingly bright. And no one, no gray haze could interfere with this. The sun has already irretrievably (until the next morning) left the gray mist of the horizon that oppressed it and joyfully rushed to the zenith, scattering its joy all over the world in the form of bright light, warmth and something else so tender and mysterious, which can only be felt with the sixth sense organ...
And on the surface of the sea appeared not narrow, as in the morning, but already a wide sunny road, which connected me with the sea and the Sun.
And it seemed to me that only me, although I knew that everyone who at that moment was watching and trying to absorb this charm of the rising Sun on the Red Sea coast ...
M e d i t a c and i
Prelude to Meditation by the Red Sea
And only closer to five in the evening, when the sun had already decently bowed to sunset and the heat subsided considerably, I went out to the sea.
Swimming in the warm sea, sunbathing under the rays of the gentle setting sun and a significant removal of the bulk peninsula from the coast, evoked thoughts about meditation in the conditions of the sea, about unity with it, the knowledge of secrets that are inaccessible to mere mortals...
But it turned out to be not so easy. Apparently, I was not ready for this yet. But the fact that this topic arose for the second time during my stay at sea spoke volumes and gave hope for its at least partial implementation in the next remaining twelve days.
Unity with the Sea
But the morning picture of the rising Sun was not the highlight of the program for me today. Toward evening, when the waves calmed down a bit, I leisurely took a swim into the open sea. He swam evenly and leisurely in a free style, enjoying the Sea. I took it superficially, but have repeatedly tried to delve into its essence. And today I tried to at least partially implement this idea.
I swam and swam without thinking. In front of me were waves that, it seemed to me, were playing with each other and sometimes, while playing, slapped my face with their gentle palm. And I was pleased. I began to understand that the waves are an external manifestation of the Sea, and it is favorable to me at the moment. And so much so that he is ready to reveal his secret. But I understood that I can learn the secret of the Sea only by comprehending it. And in order to comprehend the Sea, one must unite with it, enter into it, be one with the Sea ...
And then I felt that this process of comprehending the Sea through my connection with it had already begun. I felt all the thickness of the sea, which was in front of me and to which I swam, with each movement entering deep into the Sea. Although I was physically on the surface of the Sea, but with my essence I penetrated deep into it. And this tender and gentle Sea beckoned me with some unprecedented power of magic. I couldn't resist this power of magic...
I remembered Goethe's "Forest King". There, too, the dying baby was beckoned by the Forest King and his beautiful daughters. And in the end, the baby from our world left forever in their beautiful kingdom ...I knew that it was not Goethe who composed the plot for his work, but this old folk tale. It survived through the ages and only in the time of Goethe and thanks to his genius did it take on a poetic form. But its essence was laid by the wisdom of the people, before which one can and should bow.
And now, feeling that I began to comprehend the Sea, as a part of that Great Nature, I realized that I am not ready for this yet. Comprehending the secret of the Sea, I must take a Taboo that is too much for me, failing which I will perish...
I was seized with inner terror. But I quickly normalized myself by turning my attention to the banal things of existence. And only on the shore I experienced a soul-crushing feeling about the lost (hopefully for a short time) opportunity to comprehend the Sea.
Later, in the remaining days of my stay at the resort, I spent hours at sea, enjoying its charm and healing properties, in the end I even got rather cold, but simply froze. But weak attempts to comprehend the Sea, as today, were not crowned with success. Probably, I myself was afraid of this, because I was not ready for this ...
Unity
The sea, and, moreover, the Ocean is a big Water.
And it does not matter which sea: salty or oversalted, with the smell or taste of iodine - seaweed, warm and almost hot near the equator or freezing in the ice of the South or North Poles. And the water in the sea can evaporate, turning into steam or freeze, turning into ice, it still remains the same as in our rivers, ponds and lakes, or even in water taps.
It seems that there has always been water. But in fact, it appeared on our Earth billions of years ago - long before the emergence of life. It is from it that our life crystallized - the existence of all life on Earth. Maybe a lot of non-living things.
Esoteric of the Sea.
With such a thought, however, in the subconscious, I plunged into the waters of the Red Sea this morning. And involuntarily I wanted to know the sea deeper and more thoroughly. And not only. But also to comprehend its essence.
And I didn’t even reproach myself for the fact that I, such a worthlessness, a grain of sand in this World, swung at that great knowledge that only the gods can do.
For some reason, for the umpteenth time, I remembered Goethe's "Forest King". And he was surprised at the wisdom of the people, the plot from the legend, which was the "Forest King". Truly a genius among the people was the one who felt, cognized the essence of Nature, and expressed this in a legend that withstood the test of more than one millennium, while remaining unknown.
Feeling the sea for just a moment as it was felt by a dying boy in the arms of a galloping rider in the "Forest King", I plunged deep into the Sea and experienced the horror of the attraction of the sea with a possible fatal outcome. I wanted to know the essence of the Sea, and the Sea provided me with such an opportunity, but on the condition of full connection with it! And this means, as in the case of the baby in The Forest King, to die physically.
It only lasted a moment, but sanity took over and clouded the thought, hid it from me as if it had never happened. And in the following days, being in the Sea, I repeatedly tried to renew those sweet to horror feelings, but it was all to no avail. And only one vivid impression remained about the inner content of the Sea: how much the inner essence of the Sea differs from its outer form. Apparently, like everything else in this world. This is an eternal contradiction of form and content ...
It is one thing to know the Sea with the mind, another thing - with the Soul, to feel it with the feelings of the Soul. We, in our simplicity of soul, and with great claims of the mind to the Truth, are trying, as it seems to us, to convincingly explain everything with the help of the logic of the mind, to drive the whole World into the framework of logical formulas. But in fact, we drive ourselves into a dead end and squeak out of this dead end, complaining that we are powerless in many problems of life.
And in this impasse there are no prospects for moving forward, no progressive development...
Spirituality of the Sea.
It is possible that water has such unique qualities that, as we believe, only Man has, such as mind, feelings, reaction to this or that influence, and also, most incredibly, the qualities of the spiritual plane and a certain ratio of Good and Evil in them. In other words, Water can be attributed to the animate phenomena of Nature, as the same as I did with Wind, Cold, Frost. And only, having passed this line of understanding, everything falls into place.
Prayer to the Sea.
For communion with the Almighty - this highest good, Man invented a prayer. All known prayers, starting with "Our Father" have a verbal form. Prayer is like a stepping stone, more precisely, like a vehicle that speeds up access to the goal.
But an even more effective means for this is wordless prayer, which dwells in the subconscious. And this is already aerobatics. But the main thing in any prayer is love. Worthless is the price of any prayer if there is no love in it.
August 6.2015. Thursday
Comprehension of the essence of the Sea
Once again, I swim far into the open sea, in the hope that the sea will reveal the secret of its being, will reveal its essence to me.
I look at the sea, at its surface, sometimes I look through the mask into the thickness of its waters. Paradoxically, both in the first and in the second case, I see only the surface of the sea - that outer shell, which does not reflect its inner essence in the slightest. And therefore, in this way, I will not be able to penetrate even a fraction of a millimeter into its contents. Many, having spent an hour or two scuba diving at the bottom of the sea, believe that they saw the sea and knew it. And it's only for some twenty dollars while diving.
It let me know early, almost at dawn, awakening in order to contemplate the next pictures of the ever-changing dawn. So, with a hand clenched into a fist, I woke up, wondering how my fingers hadn’t unclenched and a strong wind hadn’t blown my “opuses” about the morning Dawn into the bay.
By the way, I noted that for the first time during my vacation, the wind blew from the sea. And immediately appreciated it. Quite another matter! The rest on the Red Sea seemed different. Such a pleasure to sit on the edge of the land - a bulk dam a hundred meters from the coast, at the very junction with the sea and breathe the sea, and not the sultry smell of the desert. At the same time, everything inside rises, boils and wanders. Feelings of the Soul seethe inside you, which so sharply perceive the sea through its smells.
The sea can be perceived visually and displayed in the form of paintings, which Aivazovsky proved with his brilliant skill.
Since Man is the main creator and source of Evil in this World, this contradiction between the created Evil and the original Good cannot but cause negative consequences in his physical body. And this leads to various diseases. It is precisely such diseases of a Human, caused by spiritual causes, that are the most dangerous and intractable. They are treated not with pharmaceutical chemotherapy, but with spiritual methods that gave birth to them. And such a universal means can be high-energy, with positive energy - the Sea. But, only by presenting it clearly and believing in it, you can achieve a positive result. After all, no one will argue that, being on the boundless air, you will almost never be able to get the required information if you do not tune in to the required frequency of a radio station or television channel. Also in the case of the Sea.
This was also facilitated by the fact that none of the holidaymakers, except for me at this early hour, was at sea. This means that there was no that negative that a person brings to the memory of the Sea. Although the Sea, so huge and boundless, can hardly change its positive essence from the Evil of one or several evil people present in it. Unless in a separate segment.
August 7.2015. Friday
Night
Night does not fall on the Earth. It absorbs everyone and everything that is on Earth: both the Sea and land, hundreds of hotels on the coast and thousands of vacationers in them. And everyone dutifully perceives the imperious onslaught of her Vedic power. And I feel offended, especially for the Sea, which so humbly gives itself to this Evil of the night, which greedily absorbs all its charms. And the sea is only indignant, showing its indignation in the noise of a wave beating against a coastal stone.
But soon it will fall silent and calm down: what is the use of protesting if the darkness of the night still comes and begins its reign over the world: it releases armadas of evil forces and starts doing Evil everywhere. Even from the depths of the sea aground - where children splashed during the day, poisonous monsters will crawl out - you can’t step foot!
And the only salvation from the evil of the night is to sleep peacefully, not knowing what is happening in the night, until dawn ...
So we'll do it.
Russian-Ukrainian political debate
resorts in Egypt
I met in the Lobby Bar with a Russian from the Moscow region. Naturally, they talked about politics as soon as my interlocutor found out that I was from Ukraine. At first, I tried to get away from the topic, suggested the topic of conversation “about women”, but this did not help. My request not to rub salt into the wounds did not help either - regarding the war in Ukraine and the loss of the USSR as the Motherland almost a quarter of a century ago.
A man far away, thousands of kilometers away, has left a zone of massive influence on the consciousness of the media, led by the powerful ruling cliques of the state where they themselves come from. And therefore he is free and can afford to live outside of this zombification, to live with his own thoughts and reasoning. And I don't believe what they write in the press about scuffles between Russian and Ukrainian tourists who are quite "hot" with alcoholic drinks! They are not such fools, these Russian and Ukrainian men, because of these politicians, to spoil their vacation, to arrange brawls with the risk of being expelled from the country in which they rest. Moreover, for a completely drunk Slav, there are enough other, more serious, reasons for a massacre.
This is facilitated by the fact that in such resorts for many the most attractive is the “All inclusive” food system, which provides not only a wide and varied selection of dishes, but also a fairly decent assortment of “free” locally produced spirits - from whiskey and rum to various exotic titles. It is these last two factors: “free”, unlimited strong liquor and “more serious reasons for massacre” that allowed me to observe and to some extent be a participant in the following events.
Going to Egypt again for a vacation, now to Hurghada, and not to Sharm El Sheikh, as the previous time, I already knew that locally produced strong alcoholic drinks in Egypt are not strong at all, but the maximum they draw on is degrees by 20-25. And this is a mockery of the Slav, especially the Russian peasant.
Therefore, in order to correct this situation, I grabbed a liter bottle of pervach from home, under 60 degrees, and even with three hot pods of red pepper inside. And what else, besides the Trident, can be a more real and significant national symbol of Ukraine? Moreover, it unites people of any nationality of the former USSR, even those who are at war with each other - there, but here they are free in their choice.
And so, on the third day of my vacation at the bar of the EL Samaka Beach hotel, my attention was attracted by one man, about forty, thin, of medium height, judging by his behavior, of a cheerful nature, constantly ordering rum with Coca-Cola and absorbing them with unparalleled craftsmanship.
Since I also fell in love with rum, which seemed to me the best local strong drink in this hotel, and has not yet reached the same mastery of its consumption, and therefore this boy (I can say this in relation to me, since I am already in my sixties) attracted my particular attention. Moreover, we, despite the significant difference in age, were somewhat close to him in spirit. And this closeness manifested itself immediately after the exchange of the first insignificant phrases.
Over a glass of rum, a conversation began on some insignificant topic, I don’t even remember which one. However, after he (and his name was Roma from Sergiev Posad near Moscow) found out that I was from Kyiv, that is, from Ukraine, he immediately turned the topic of conversation to politics. I suspect that by that time, and this was confirmed a few hours later, a spirit of contradiction began to mature in Roma, and he very subtly began to look for an opponent.
Only we feel sorry for our boys, who are dying in thousands in this war ...
Such an emotional side of our meaningful conversation brought us even closer. But still, the political brainwashing that the media called for before, and laid the worm of protest doubt deep in the subconscious, with a sufficient amount of alcohol drunk, still gave this worm a chance to show itself into the light of God. M when such a moment came, I tried to translate the topic of conversation in a different direction, in particular, "about the women. " I understand that this is somewhat vulgar about the beautiful flower that is a woman, but in a similar to our "heartfelt" conversation, such a term was most acceptable.
Unfortunately, contrary to my expectations, this topic did not go, although I saw how my interlocutor's eyes lit up with that unusual spark that can internally and externally transform any man for the better ...And all because he turned out to be married and, more moreover, newlyweds!
Amazing things happen in life! Only yesterday I wrote, for the most part, a theoretical substantiation of the “Woman at a Resort” problem, where the first point is the proof that a man takes his wife to a resort only when he is in a fit of love and passion in the post-wedding period. And in the middle of his married life, under a gun, you can’t force him to take his homemade splinter in order to completely ruin his vacation.
Or at the end of our life together, when passions have already subsided (after all, life and many of our actions are driven by passions), grandfather takes his grandmother and goes to the resort ...And here is the obvious living proof of my theory - Roma with his young wife!
And therefore, the topic “about women” that I proposed, distracting from the acute problems of politics, did not work. And in order to prevent a spark in the political powder keg, I pulled out my second trump card, prepared and brought from Kyiv. He began to scold the local bodyaga, which, in terms of strength, is more like compote than rum. “But here we have…” And he briefly drew the charms of the Ukrainian “Pervach”, well-known throughout the post-Soviet space, described by Gogol. In Roma's eyes, I saw a spark, no less bright and incendiary than the one that arose at my mention of "the women. "
Interest arose even more, when I said that I had brought Pervach with me, and even with pepper, and invited him to a tasting. Of course he refused...
We had a snack with a hothouse cucumber, prepared by me in advance from my dry ration, put to every holiday-maker who arrives at the hotel after ten in the evening ...
Human nature is such that he feels a great desire to share happiness with the person closest to him. Roma was no exception. He remembered that his young wife had been sitting in the room for two hours already, waiting for him to go to the beach with him. And he offered to share his impression of pervacha (that is, to taste) with his wife. I didn't mind...
And now the three of us are continuing the tasting of pepper pervach from my distant Ukraine.
Knowing the nature of our brother to drink to the bottom, no matter how much there is in the container: half a liter, a liter or a three-liter bottle, I suspended the tasting process in time (since, according to the Law of the feast, the pouring hand cannot be changed) and suggested going to the beach and “polishing » pervach with local rum. The company agreed: after all, you can drink within four walls at home, as much as you like, and we are on the Red Sea!
And five minutes later we were at the bar on the beach, where we ordered at an accelerated pace: my new acquaintances a rum and cola cocktail, and I had pure rum and a separate drink - sprite. Why increased rates? Yes, because before the closing of this bar on the beach (17-00) there were only five minutes left ...At this pace, we finished off all the open bottles of rum that were on the bar, then whiskey ...We would have had more time, but the bartender refused to open a new bottle.
But Svetlana and I (that was the name of my new acquaintance) did not succeed in leaving our jealous husband for a long time. And ten minutes later he appeared on the bridge. Having entrusted, as he said, looking after things to a neighbor in a deck chair: the fear of being left without a young wife was higher than the risk of losing any amount of money. And his choice, as it turned out later, and not only the choice, but also the suspicions, were correct.
A woman, and, moreover, a drunk woman, because she is the weaker sex, because she has very weak brakes compared to a man. Sveta was no exception. She was very emotionally delighted when, swimming at a depth of two meters, she suddenly discovered an island of reef remains, climbed onto it (she was almost waist deep in water) and began to share her joy with young Arabs who were swimming nearby. One of them, a strong man in a white T-shirt, did not remain indifferent to the joys of Svetlana: he swam up to her and took her by the hand ...
What happened next could be determined by frame-by-frame scrolling of this plot, if someone filmed it with a camera: water began to boil in the place where Roma was. And his body of an athlete-swimmer, tanned to a chocolate color, rushed to a couple smiling at each other, one of which was his beloved wife. In a moment, Roma's tenacious fingers squeezed the young Arab's throat and lowered his head into the sea. Nobody around expected this. And as soon as the Arab's head began to gurgle from under the water, everyone came to their senses and attacked Roma in a crowd. Roma released the neck of the drowning Arab and pounced on his friends. Seeing and feeling the beast-Roma on themselves, all the Arabs, including the recovered “hero of the occasion”, pushing and trampling each other, rushed up to the bridge. Behind them is Roma.
At the reception, as a witness, they did not invite me, apparently, and everything is clear to them. And that young strong Arab has not yet realized his idea regarding me. And I hope that before my departure to Kyiv on August 8, he doesn’t realize it ...God forbid!
August 8.2015. Saturday
Farewell to Egypt
Today is the last day of my stay at the Red Sea.
About five in the morning. I am back at sea. Which day all this happens automatically. No matter how much I sleep at night, no matter how tired I was yesterday, but in the morning, at four or five o'clock, I am already, as if spring-loaded by someone, already on my feet. The sea is pulling me. And I, almost subconsciously, go to him, carried away by his magic. I meet the dawn. And this has become my daily routine. Having met the dawn and, if possible, fixing in words on paper what I saw and felt, I can fall asleep for an hour or two right there, on a sun lounger, with a slight sense of accomplishment. Sometimes even sleep for so long, risking oversleeping breakfast, which happened more than once.
August.
In Egypt, the hottest period begins. And I felt this already last night, when I went out to the sea to contemplate the night Nature on the Red Sea. And I felt such stuffiness that I could not stay on the shore for even half an hour. Although it was already about eleven and the world should be cool from the heat of the day. Stuffiness and calmness are not the best signs of a resort even at the very edge of the water. During the day it was similar, but I did not notice it, as I almost constantly sat in the water and only occasionally went ashore to warm up. Yes, by the end of a twelve-day stay in Egypt, consider that in the desert, I began to freeze. And therefore I did not feel that closeness, which on windless days rolled on the coast from the side of the desert.
So this morning, as soon as I went beyond the irrigated and evergreen territory of the hotel towards the sea, I smelled of stuffiness, familiar to me from yesterday's suffocating evening.
Yes, and the water of the bay, until recently pleasing to the eye with its emerald blue color, began to crush in a dirty gray color with the same waves, which is even scary to look at, let alone plunge into.
The sun disappeared, still behind the whitish translucent clouds. Sometimes he peeks out just for a moment through their small gaps. But the wind from the West continued to pull over the rest of the sky, including the Sun at its zenith, a black cover of lead clouds.
The wind became cool, but not so much that it was unpleasant. And, moreover, the body, warmed up from morning to noon, gratefully perceived his fresh blowing and even rejoiced at him. I rejoiced in the pleasant coolness of the wind and I with my soul and heart. After all, I missed him so much, being in a foreign land, in the South, on the Sinai Peninsula, although prestigious for many, a desirable, but still alien, cruel and deserted land.
After all, everything that I saw, felt and perceived, with the exception of the Red Sea, is a props, like Potemkin villages for Catherine II. And I felt, and continue to feel deceived. And it gets a little embarrassing. And therefore, about those fourteen days in Egypt, I only remember the Red Sea, and, like in an aquarium, a variety of fish.
While I was remembering all this, the breeze began to bring small drops of rain from the clouds - so finely dispersed that you can’t even call them drops. And as if the damp coolness of the wind began to refresh my back. Something like acupressure. But soon small drops of rain danced on my back. I got cold. And I hurried to my cozy Kyiv apartment, the balcony of which I could see from this island ...
In abbreviation, the full text is in the book by Sasha Sim "The Red Sea - a corner of the earthly Paradise".
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
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