Song about the Motherland!
So, comrades, I report in a human printed voice: you can relax in your homeland just as well as in all sorts of foreign-promoted resorts and health resorts. Believe me, I know. Here only, poking your finger at the globe, do not miss and get into Russia (and try not to get there! ). I ended up in Kabardino-Balkaria. And I thought: well, well, how will you surprise me here? So they were surprised. Shocked. Turned over!
Everything here is fantastic. First and foremost, people. Open, friendly, responsive to a joke, proud and beautiful. And incredibly humble. Let's start with the fact that they are, well, very few. In Nalchik (their capital) there are rare units on the streets. During the day, yes - schoolchildren, mothers with children, all sorts of employees, but in the evening... Roll a ball. Maybe the impression that I lived in the resort compartment? After all, there is half the city - a resort. But it is, grouch of the week. In communication, cabardiners and balcasiers are the most pleasant people. Girls blush when contacted, and boys try to help in every possible way. Pleasant-oh.
The second is people nature. Rivers, gorges, forests, lakes, sky, birds, air… Elbrus… Yes, Elbrus! This, my children, is power and strength, delight and awe! I have not been to their Chomolungs, but our two-peak miracle is something! Paradise for those who understand what skiing or snowboarding is. And if someone thinks that this is, they say, fun for bohemia, then no. The lifts work the same for everyone (tinted, I didn’t see the cabins in the “gold”). Rental points, if you come to ski without skis, boards, suits, glasses, are presented in a huge assortment. Hotels-hotels - a crowd. Edalen-coffee shops - a million! Bykuy. Play!
And I am silent about their fantastic mountain gorges, cleanest rivers and amazing valleys. You stop sometimes, exhale: “Lord, it’s good, how beautiful! ” - “Mother! Mother. mother... ”, - the echo responds. Vidosiki there - Aivazovsky would have abandoned his seas to draw if he saw the local waves. Although he seems to have seen them...
Third - people kitchen. Oh what food is here! Khychiny, zhalbaur (I have never eaten more tender liver), shurpa, trout, Narzan. . . Yes, straight from underground, straight through pipes, straight in bottles with light gas. The next day, of course, it is better not to drink it, but when right at the source - this is an indescribable delight! Plus there are lemonades, sweets and of course apples. This, I tell you, is the apple navel of the earth. Honestly. Here, as in France, vineyards, trellises, rows... only apples. And they really are everywhere. And delicious. And cool. And sweet. And beautiful!
And of course the prices: they are pleasing to the eye and wallet. For woolen socks in the Chegem Gorge (they are knitted in front of you) they will ask for 100 rubles, for 3 pairs (THREE pairs, Karl! ). Lunch at the Blue Lakes - a maximum of 400 re from the nose. True without alcohol, but do not mind if you bring with you. Elbrus cable car - from 800 rubles. Taxi in the capital - the maximum steward to any end. Well, remember about hospitality - they can rush home for thanks. They are so…
And the last. This is home, kids. There is no need for foreign passports, multiple PCR tests and QUAR codes, customs inspections and border controls. This is your language sphere and single currency space.
That's it. Isn't this a song! And you can't take words out of a song. So I sing the glory of Kabardinia and Balkaria!
