Every time when I see pictures and
films where there are amazing views of nature and dangerous rivers, I remember some
images of my first-living place – Guzeripl. It located in Caucasian
mountains. Today Guzeripl is a small health resort and you can see some photos
from there:
But when we lived
there, it was tiny forester’s settlement (because Guzeripl is a nature reserve)
and my father was a forester. I was 4 years old child and could go for a walk alone.
Once I with my little friends decided to make an escape to a forest. First of all we
broke down an old wood fence and went to our aim…
Then I thought “It's getting harder
and harder to go through a high grass and bushes” and was scared a
little. After a while we reached an old half-destroyed wood bridge over seething
White-river. We were thinking about crossing the river by this bridge, but suddenly
my grandmother overtaken us! After that we all have had red buttocks and our great
and curious plan was delayed for unknown period...
Now I miss those places and may be they will appear in my night-dream tonight and I'll cross the river eventually.
