Running Little Ducks
Today, everywhere and everywhere they talk about a healthy lifestyle, as if they had lived in some unhealthy way before. And then woke up. A little more and - will cross the line, after which a healthy lifestyle begins ...
Personally, I believe that I have always been in a healthy way and have lived in a healthy way, despite the past bad habits and illnesses. It is now, sitting behind a computer and plunging into the Internet, I got into the most unhealthy image, where everything is destructive literally: from advertising to physical inactivity. When I think about these two phenomena, in my memory Kolya Filinov, the driver of the machine of our district committee of the Komsomol, arises. He weighed no more than 48 kilograms and, naturally, his nickname is Little Duck ... Hello, Kolya Little Duck!
Do you remember how you approached the editorial office and bibikal. And we raced on a business trip around the area. Our Onon, Borzianka, Imalkinka rivers were especially respected, the lakes from Toreisky to the richest fish that border the village of Builesan. This is for someone a marvel, and for us Builesan is a wild apricot. Let someone else from the word Borzyanka choke on with stupid laughter, and for us - the Motherland, unobstructed view of the expanses, homewarding on the water a different bird, running horses, herds of cows and flocks of sheep. And one of our people will add: "And huge carp!".
Evening at Zun-Torei
In the beginning of summer, the carp and all the fish Onon wrapped up to spawn in Borzianka, which spilled across the valley. All the width between the ridges of the hills rippled with silver and copper of water. There was a smell of fish, haymaking. No shop-cloth poison was in sight, but I will not talk about stupid speeches.
Do you remember, Kolya, as one evening, after putting a car on a shepherd car park and taking jails there, we went to Borzyanka's spills to fish. It was already getting dark, lights were flashing all over the valley one by one. Like poachers with lanterns and spears, dragging boards from boards, wandered through a valley full of water and fish.
We, of course, missed the fish inspection and police cars. Young and healthy guys suddenly found themselves behind our backs. And, of course, there was an unexpected cry:
-Hands up! On the beach, guys!
We, of course, threw the jails and rushed forward, and when we got closer to each other, you quickly whispered: "Blow in the reeds, I will take them away." And I, tearing myself away from Chirka and the policemen, dived into the reeds. And Teal slowed down running, allowing him to chase ...
It was a very fun game. With the moonlight, I watched as a small and bright shadow then quickly moves away from the chase, then suddenly, pretending to be tired, slows down the run, letting the militiamen almost reach the zone of reach. They thought they were about to grab an exhausted fugitive who was running so sluggishly that it seemed a little more - and he would fall dead. And at the very moment when it was thought that they would take it, Little Duck quickly broke away from them ... Throughout the spill the lights went out. On this shore there were swearing, laughter, loud conversations. Some quickly started cars and motorcycles and hurried to leave, someone was already arrested and led to a militia "UAZ", someone was hiding in the water or in the reeds.
And Little Duck drove the chase farther and farther until the four figures disappeared behind the hill ... The moon flooded the valley with a greenish light, a silvery path from the reeds where I sat, to the very shore. But here the water was choking, there were talks, three silhouettes appeared, tiredly wandering the water. Return chase.
-Who was that? Said one of them loudly.
- But the devil only knows! But this is the first time I meet such a smart person.
- And where is his partner?
"Probably, quicker than that!" Laughed one of them.
They did not know that Nikolai Filinov, whom we all called Kolya Tchirok, was the repeated champion of the region in running for long distances.
And we all did not know then that we have a real healthy lifestyle. And today I pull my carcass out of the computer table, you-dive from the stupefying virtual world, and I step into the steppe. Everyday. I must break away from the chase of the century, where advertising and physical inactivity, poison shops and stupid speeches.
Rise is possible only against the wind, the sources are always against the current.
I must go back to where the Little Duck runs.
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The people of my village. All athletes, 1979