In the Crimea, I saw several Genoese fortresses - in Feodosia, Balaklava, Alushta. The Sudak Genoese fortress is the only one of all that the restorers brought to mind. The rest are a rather pathetic sight. Sudak fortress is beautiful! Well restored, and at first glance, really impregnable! But only for the first. On my first visit to Sudak, in 2001, I went inside for the first and last time. And, of course, not through the gate. There is a "bottleneck" there, where, in a fairly secluded corner, you can climb the wall and get over to the other side. True, you need to have some climbing skills. We possessed. Inside, in principle, there is nothing special. One visit was enough for me. But two years later, Zemfira, whom I adored, gave a concert in the fortress. And the tickets cost, as I remember now, 20 hryvnias, but, as usual, there was not enough money, and we decided to make our way the old fashioned way.
Yes, it was not there! Cordons were put up on the approaches to the fortress exactly where unauthorized entry was supposed. THEY KNEW! And we, however, like many crowds of fans, had to lie down under the wall and enjoy the concert without seeing our idol. It was great to hear everything, but after lying down for a while, I went in search of adventure. And I found it! Under the wall grew a tree, hung with youngsters. An aunt of more than thirty, pushed everyone aside and climbed to the top, from which I managed to get on the wall. Don't ask how much wine was drunk before! I was young and stupid then. And now I'm just....young : )))) Well, that's it. To climb, I climbed, but even if I found a place where I could go down inside, I would immediately fall into the clutches of the guards, of whom there were a little less than the fans on the territory!
Having passed along the wall to the tower, which it was not possible to bypass, I had to go back, not salty bread. How I managed not to kill myself during the ascent and descent - only God knows. When I returned, my dear "slightly scolded" me, because he had no idea where I was carried. Those are some nice memories.
Yes, it was not there! Cordons were put up on the approaches to the fortress exactly where unauthorized entry was supposed. THEY KNEW! And we, however, like many crowds of fans, had to lie down under the wall and enjoy the concert without seeing our idol. It was great to hear everything, but after lying down for a while, I went in search of adventure. And I found it! Under the wall grew a tree, hung with youngsters. An aunt of more than thirty, pushed everyone aside and climbed to the top, from which I managed to get on the wall. Don't ask how much wine was drunk before! I was young and stupid then. And now I'm just....young : )))) Well, that's it. To climb, I climbed, but even if I found a place where I could go down inside, I would immediately fall into the clutches of the guards, of whom there were a little less than the fans on the territory!
Having passed along the wall to the tower, which it was not possible to bypass, I had to go back, not salty bread. How I managed not to kill myself during the ascent and descent - only God knows. When I returned, my dear "slightly scolded" me, because he had no idea where I was carried. Those are some nice memories.
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