Mountains, skis, friends and laziness. Probably, everyone dreams to prolong New Year's holidays as it is possible longer, but, unfortunately, the New Year's eve flies by as one instant, and long-awaited days off are carried by with speed of the express train. However, once in the childhood ubiquitous «the Pioneer Truth» advised young ленинцам as much as possible to fill the days with the most different affairs - then time will a little be stretched, and a vacation will fly not so quickly. In the childhood I so also have not tested this council - the book and a favourite sofa quite suited me. But this year all has changed. Mountains, skis and friends became for me, absolutely unsportsmanlike and lazy, the nearest environment for the whole three days.
Day the first.
What is the skis for the person who never on them stood and, as a matter of fact, was not torn to similar entertainments? It first of all the fear before falling, height and a steepness of slopes, is holding down movements ski boots, it is envy to five years' children, with contemptious ease flying by by - there, downwards, where people potter about, as мурашки, near lifts, dreaming it to appear at the top faster. This easy bewilderment of the employed instructor which cannot comprehend in any way why such simple command as «put лыжки плужком» remains outstanding, and the diligent schoolgirl aspires to not authorised falling discrediting it, instructor, honour. And that there are falling!!! At first it is terrible from one thought, but then you fall so quickly what to be frightened you are not in time, only you look, how snow in skis turning in air sparkles. The main thing - to rise, not unfastening a ski, and that is then very difficult to put on again them on a slope - they for some reason all time go downwards, besides without the mistress. But beginning - the people amicable, therefore willingly respond to the request «lift me, please!». It was especially ridiculous, when these words to my address were directed by the huge muzhik, a seal floundering in snow. I could not help it - it so have counted upon my forces, that soon I floundered nearby. Anything, negative experience - too experience.
However, day came to an end, the sun slowly rolled down for the nearest ridge, and I have understood, that if to go slowly it is possible to be kept standing. Inspired, I have gone to the most abrupt site of the splash pool filled with my colleagues - beginners, and have been punished almost immediately by the next falling. Everything, will suffice for today.
Day of the second.
It has begun with thought, that one more school hours with the instructor will not prevent. The instructor was more quick-witted, and, having learnt, that yesterday I already fell all the day, have dragged on the lift on a slope. A hill so-so - continuation of the same splash pool, but already for the advanced beginners. You do not represent that pride overflowing me which has filled all my being after successful descent downwards! It something, I even have almost grown fond of this kind of sports. Moreover, I was ready to new feats, the truth accompanied by the same instructor - so, just in case. And second time has passed successfully, and my teacher has decided me to train not only driving «плужком», but also to turns I am-is obvious promised. Second time the same slope, hour of training has ended, decided to fix the received skills. However, the first attempt of lifting on a ski lift has failed - legs have parted without instructor support, but from second time all has turned out there is no place is better. By the way, I was touched all three days by the attentive relation of the personnel of lifts: they always helped will be loaded, and upon termination of a route watched closely, that all arriving was where to move down. Therefore all fallen joyful voices shouted: «Crawl away!», and those who has got confused in the equipment and itself could not crawl away, dragged from a way of more successful colleagues. And anybody did not have negative emotions: even I already to falling have learnt to concern philosophically and живенько slipped from a line aside.
Day the third.
You promptly rush downwards for speed of 6 kilometres per hour, braking immediately as speed is beaten out from safe parametres, and with badly latent contempt glance at those who masters unforgettable «плужок», obstinately reducing knees together. You feel the hero though you are afraid even to glance towards "adult" slopes. You is dashing turn, going round bodies of less prepared colleagues on a splash pool. They look at you with melancholy envy in a sight, at all not suspecting, that it is the first your day spent standing, instead of on a soft place. And you go, and for the first time for three days notice, how much beautifully around. Huge fur-trees covered by snow feather-beds, protect hillsides from winds and a bad weather, snow intolerably shines on the sun, brisk adult and quick children have covered all vicinities with fussing celebratory crowd. Easy морозец has forced to redden noses and cheeks, but anybody it does not confuse - after all ahead more so much pleasures.
Накатавшись and the charter, you with feeling of deep moral satisfaction go to drink fragrant burning mulled wine. The adventure has almost ended, days have really seemed long because of the saturation, and the happiness formula by itself was showed at you in a head. As all the same it is necessary to me a little: only to cease to fall, remove ski тяжеленные boots and in the weariness to feel almost present sportsman - an embodiment of dream of the favourite husband who has started in these purposes all trip.