My Russian Years Volume IV The Years of the Far East Chapter Twenty-Five Petrov of Jungle Life

Chapter Twenty-Five: Petrov of Jungle Life

After more than 20 days of stuck in Hevey, the Russians felt that sending a car to pick us up every day to pick us up and drop us between Hevi Xiangka and the freight yard was too much of a toss,around, so they let Me and Ringo live directly to the Petrov logging team on the mountain. Petrov station is based on the surname of the captain of the logging team here as the name of the logging team, which means that the surname of the captain here, Kosja, is Petrov.

When we arrived at the logging team station, we were arranged to live in a crock pot house. The crocken house housed the chain sawman Vladimir and Wawa, as well as Kosja's brother Sergey and the handyman Mikhail Nikolaevich. The previous few people have been introduced in the previous chapter, so I will not talk about it here. Here Mikhail Nikolaevich does some of the daily chores, chopping firewood, carrying water, etc., just as Hevi did to Kosca of Ka. Although everyone knows his name, everyone calls him Grandpa because he is indeed in his 60s, the oldest here. Grandpa is very kind and amiable, he usually does not talk much, only when he takes the initiative to talk to him, he will say a few words. We hardly saw him during the day because he was busy all the time and only came back to sleep at night.

Sleeping on my left was Grandpa Nikolaevich, on the right was a somewhat mischievous, childlike Wowa, and the three of us were on a large bunk on the north side of the stove. Ringo and Vladimirlovich and Sergey were on the bunk on the south side of the stove. Ringo also slept in the middle, Vladimirlovich on his left and Sergey on his right. To put it a joke, this time I am really integrated into the life of Russians, and even when I sleep, I have left and right protectors.

When Brother Lin saw that there was no mattress on the bed, just a hard bed board, he breathlessly said: "What, not even a mattress, you see they all have mattresses, the thin mattress we brought is not a thing at all, you have to pull out nephritis!" ”

"Yeah, not even a mattress," I said, looking at the Russian's mattress.

"You go and ask Koska where he's going." Ringo said.

So I went to Koska to ask for the mattress, but I didn't know what the mattress said, so I found Kosca and explained it to him, "Тебе и Пете матрасы нужно?" Kosja understood what I was saying and asked, "Do you and Bijia need a mattress?" ”

Then Kosca found each of us a black mattress, and when we had laid it out, Ringo found that there were two mattresses on both sides of the Russian bunks. So Ringo asked me to ask Kosca again, but I had already looked for him once, and I was embarrassed to look for it again. But Ringo insisted that I go to him to ask for him, no way, I went to Koska to ask for a mattress, Koska was a little impatient, but he still found two more mattresses for us.

This time we each had two mattresses, as many as they did russians, and our hearts were much more balanced.

The Petrov logging team switched to a forest plot, which was a virgin land that had never been mined. The trees here are tall, the trunks are straight, and there is a lot of good wood. Ringo and I went to work in the yard, and by this time the inspector Voloja was no longer a ruler, and he felt that the ruler made less money, so he went to work as a logger. Succeeding vologa inspector is a new beauty, Natasha (Наташа). Speaking of beauty, Natasha really deserves the word. She was the only beautiful woman I had ever seen since I came to the mountain. She has fair skin, white teeth and red lips, short blonde hair, big blue eyes, about 1.72m tall, tall and well-proportioned. Mo is about 28-29 years old, but the age of Russians is a mystery, and I don't know exactly how old they are, but they will not be more than 30 years old at most. Natasha gave me the impression that she must have been very lively and cute when she was young, and even now that she is an adult, she still has some baby's face, like a little girl.

Although Natasha is beautiful, she also has a flaw, that is, when she laughs, she will reveal the third gold tooth on the left side of the lower row from her mouth, which is one of her flaws. Many Russians will have gold teeth, not because of local tycoons, but because these gold teeth are relatively cheap, but they affect the aesthetics.

"Hello Misha, my name is Natasha!" Natasha came over to greet me and reached out to shake my hand.

"Hello Natasha, it's a great pleasure to know you, it's Bija" I was touched by Natasha's enthusiasm and initiative, and even spoke incoherently, happily reaching out to shake her hand.

Originally, this logging team was a woman, and her appearance was not beautiful, but since Natasha came, it seemed that the atmosphere here had suddenly become much more active and pleasant. Maybe that's where the charm of women, especially beautiful women, lies.

The newly opened yard is very large, and there are still a few ash willows in the yard that have not had time to be cut down. Sergey, the chain sawman now a lumberjack, hummed with a chain saw to saw those few ash willows. He first observed the shape of the canopy, and then judged how to see it based on the overall shape of the canopy and the direction in which the tree fell. Sergey motioned for the unrelated personnel to walk away to a distance of 50 meters, and he confirmed that there was no one around before he began to saw. After 10 minutes of sawing, with a bang, a towering tree slammed to the ground.

“Ура!!!” The mischievous Wowa raised her hands above her head and shouted, "Ulla!!! The others laughed at Wowa.

The beautiful woman Natasha also covered her mouth and smiled, she smiled charmingly, very feminine. Covering her mouth may have been to hide her somewhat anachronistic gold teeth.

"You see, Natasha looks good, doesn't she?!" Ringo smiled and said to me,

"Yes, it is really good-looking, but the age is a little older, and it is estimated that it is almost 30." I said sadly.

"You can, and you know Russian!" Ringo teased.

"Huh? Got it, the age difference is too much! "I was a little embarrassed by What Ringo said.

"Let you get married, huh?" There's nothing to play with! Ringo said with a hesitant smile.

After dinner, the men came out of the sauna, all bare-chested, wearing pants, talking and laughing, and did not seem to be afraid of the low temperature of minus ten degrees. Russian saunas are wooden rooms, the temperature is burned very high with a stove, people sit naked in it, after sweating a lot, pour cold water on the body, if possible, you can also jump into ice water, or snow.

Vera and Natasha also went to the sauna to take a shower. Vera wore a black bathrobe, which was wide and covered her tightly. Natasha didn't wear a yukata, wearing long-sleeved underwear on her upper body and black tights on her lower body, with perfect curves leaking out. The men standing in the courtyard all looked at them, especially Natasha giggling and talking.

"Let's go, Ringo into the house?" I said.

"Wait a minute, I'll stand a little longer, it's too hot in the house." Ringo said, his eyes kept looking at Natasha.

"After they finish washing in a while, let's go wash them too?" Ringo asked me.

"Oh, well, I haven't washed in two weeks," I said. The environment on the mountain can make people lazy and don't want to do anything. I'm fine, I insist on brushing my teeth and washing my face every day, and the bath is usually 1-2 weeks. Listening to Brother Ling, it turned out that when he and Zhang Yang were on the mountain, Zhang Yang did not wash his face, and his beard was pulled, let alone bathed.

After a while, Vera and Natasha washed up. At this time, the two Russians ran quickly into the sauna, as if they were looking for treasure.

"Fuck! They went in, they went, and we went in! Ringo shouted disapprovingly, and then ran into the sauna with his basin and bare arms.

I didn't go in bare-chested, embarrassed, dressed, and went into the sauna to undress. I was a little dizzy in the shower, probably due to not having dinner.

After coming out of the shower, it is time for dinner, today I ate oat rice, something I don't like to eat, because there are oat shells in it, since eating oat rice, I often feel a faint pain in the appendix, I don't know if it is a psychological effect.

After eating, I took a cup of tea and took two pieces of cheap candy and coarse grain biscuits that are freely available here to eat and drink. Natasha had finished her meal and was standing in the courtyard chatting happily with the men. I don't know if she was intentional or unintentional, the upper body changed into a black short trench coat, open arms, the lower body wearing tight jeans, standing there straight, fashionable dress to show her exquisite curves and perfect posture.

I looked at Ringo, who was staring at Natasha stupidly, the teacup in his hand tilted, and the hot tea flowed out, burning to his feet, making him scream in pain.

By this time it was completely dark, and a lamp had been set up in the courtyard, and the bulb emitted a dim light that shone on Natasha's face, looking so white, like a bright moonlight. It's pitch black, the men are already being swallowed up by the darkness, and Natasha is like a moontime elf coming out of the darkness, like the scene when Arwin first appeared in The Lord of the Rings Expedition.

I slept sweetly that night, because there was a beautiful woman in the logging team, and although she was not a goddess, Natasha appeared in this primeval forest of bare sticks, as if to give light to the darkness. I believe that Ringo must have slept very beautifully, because he also hummed love songs. At night I even dreamed of Natasha, who sang cheerful songs in the garden and ran happily. I wanted to hold her hand, but it was as cold as ice, and I felt a biting chill even as I got closer. Later, when I woke up, I found that it was my hand that had touched the ice under the mattress, and it was already the middle of the night, the charcoal fire in the stove had completely cooled down, the temperature in the crock pot room was extremely low, and I was covered with a thin quilt, and I was shivering with cold. I opened my eyes and saw that Sergei was making a stove and humming a little tune, and he knew that everyone was frozen awake, because they were all covered with a thin blanket, but no one wanted to get up and make a stove.

The next day, I got up early and walked in the yard, when the fog in the forest had not yet cleared, it was still very dark, and occasionally one or two early ungulates would break in around the camp, and when they saw someone, they fled again. Startled a few resident birds to flutter and fly. One by one, some men came back from the toilet. Of course there are no toilets here, but it is stipulated that the east side of the camp is where men go to the toilet, and the west side is a forbidden place for men, because women go to the toilet there. Then Natasha returned from the west, holding a roll of white tissue in her hand, her hair disheveled, and hurried back to the house. She saw me and blinked her right eye at me, and didn't say anything, and I also blinked in greeting, but I wasn't used to blinking one eye, and both eyes blinked at the same time.

After breakfast at the yard, Ringo and I marked a pile of wood and stood by the fire to roast the fire. Wowa and Basha saw wood in accordance with the marks we drew. Old Grandpa Nikolaevich came over, and he took out a dagger and cut a thick branch, which was so sharp that it cut down the thick branch in a few clicks. Grandpa cut two other thin branches as a fulcrum, filled an iron pot with water, and boiled water on the campfire. After that, Grandpa left a box of tea leaves, and a few teacups, and told me that after a while the water was boiling and I could make tea to drink, and then he left.

"Brother Ringo, how nice this old man is, the camp is so close, he brought us tea to drink," I said with great emotion.

"Well, this old man is very good, he doesn't talk much, he doesn't have much to do, and he's quite enthusiastic." Ringo looked at Grandpa's back and said.

Next to a stack of sawn timber on the edge of the yard, I don't know when Natasha came over and crouched there to check the ruler.

“Вроде, это не хватит двадцать восемь!” I walked over to look at Natasha for a while, and when I saw that the diameter of a piece of wood was obviously wrong, I said, "It seems that this one is not twenty-eight!"

“Я знаю!” Suddenly Natasha slowly turned her head to look at me, squinted her eyes and said, "I know! ”。 She looked very fierce, as if to warn me not to be nosy.

I suddenly reacquainted myself with Natasha, and yesterday's beautiful, dignified, humble and euphemistic goddess seemed to show a different side of her at this time, a fierce witch.

New Year's Day in 2008 is the New Year of the Russians. On this day we finished work early and went back to the station to rest, and Ringo and I went to take a shower, and it was too hot in the sauna, and I squatted in the doorway with my bare arms greedily breathing in the fresh air.

"Misha, are you going to rub your back?" Vera asked.

At first I didn't understand, then Vera stroked on Natasha's back, and I understood, and I said shyly, "Oh no, no, thank you!" ”

Everyone laughed. I'm sure Vera wasn't joking, she was kind and helpful. But I was shy and embarrassed to ask Vera to rub my back.

"Misha, what if I rub your back?" Natasha asked with a smile.

I could feel her joking, a bunch of men were laughing, and I was shyly retracted back into the sauna.

When Ringo and I finished washing, the logging captain Kosja was busy and went to wash it. He washed it for a while, then stuck his head out and asked, "Who's going to rub my back?" ”。

Vera didn't reply or react, when Natasha took the initiative to go over and rub his back.

"Grass!" Ringo couldn't look away and turned his head back into the house. I had some regrets in my heart, and it turned out that Natasha was not joking, and I didn't know if she would actually come to rub my back if I agreed.

In the evening Vladimirlovich came over and asked me and Ringo to go over for a drink, and we declined. Later, Wowa also came to call, but we still refused. The main thing is that we don't want to go over and have a big meal with them. Then captain Kosja came to us, and we were embarrassed not to go.

We came to Kosca's crock pot room, where 4 bottles of vodka were laid out on a small table, as well as pickled mushrooms, sour cucumbers, pickled herring, salted lard and other essential foods for drinking vodka. Inside the house were Kosja, Kosja's brother Sergei, and Vasily, the driver who drove us.

The drinking process was harmonious, the atmosphere was good, the three Russians chatted, and Ringo and I didn't talk too much, just listened to them. Their 25-gram glasses toasted each time, and Ringo and I couldn't stop drinking after 5 drinks, so we could just sit there and watch them drink and chat. Koska has 3 children, all living with their mother in Kirovsky, and Koska returns home once every 10 days. Sergey was also married, had two children, and was also in Kirovsky. And that driver Sergey already has 5 grandchildren.

After drinking, Ringo went back to sleep. I came to the cafeteria and wanted a cup of tea. In the cafeteria, Vera and Natasha, Uncle Vladimir, tractor driver, Uncle Dmitry, another tractor driver, and Vera's husband, Volodya, drink beer here.

"Come over to Misha and let me kiss it!" Vera said, and then kissed me on the cheek. This is a blessing from Russian women to their friends and relatives during the festival. Volodya also shook hands with me, hugged and wished each other a Happy New Year.

Vera poured me a beer and I sat there drinking and listening to them chat. At this time the vodka came up, I drank a little too much, began to look for wine, I drank a glass of beer, but saw that no one poured me wine, so I left the canteen and went to The Wawa and their crock pot room. In this room sat other young workers. Vladimirlovich was also with them, and he was the oldest here.

When I came in, everyone wished me a Happy New Year. When I sat down, somehow handed me an aluminum cup with vodka inside. I didn't think about it when I took it, and I did it in one bite. A few Russians complained about me and gave me a drink. The cup is drunk in a circle of people. Then they poured another cup, this time in reverse, and there was only a drop of wine left in my place. Although I wanted to drink under the stimulation of alcohol, a trace of sanity left in my head told me, "You have drunk too much, you can't drink anymore!" ”

So I pushed aside a man in front of me, and I couldn't remember who it was, so I walked out, and then Basha stopped me.

"Misha, you see, there's water in this bottle, right?!" Barsha held a bottle with water at the bottom of the bottle and showed it to me.

"Yes, there is water." I stood up and said.

"Oh!!! This time you look again, is there anything?! Basha knocked the bottle and picked it up to show me, the water in the bottle was gone, and the bottom of the bottle was gone.

I didn't care about Basha's "little magic", just pretended to be surprised, and then wandered back to my crock pot room. Inside the house, Ringo sat in the dim light and looked through Vladimirlovich's book, which was about China and was all in Russian. He certainly couldn't read it, just look at the picture.

I took off my clothes and lay down to get ready for bed, and Grandpa Nikolaevich, who had also drunk wine today, lay there talking in a dream, grabbed my hand and said, "Vega, Vega, do you say we are good friends?!" ”。 Then he opened his eyes and realized that he was in the woods, not in Hervey Xiangka.

"You see, you see?" Ringo cried.

I got up and walked slowly to the window, where it turned out to be Captain Kosjah carrying a bottle of beer to Natasha's house.

"What did he do in Natasha's house?" I said.

"What can you do, you must be doing that!" Ringo said with some jealousy.

"Oh, they're not good people!" I said, and then went back to the bed and fell asleep. At night, the stomach was really uncomfortable with alcohol, and I woke up many times. This reminds me of the time when I drank too much in Akigu. That feeling is that you want to vomit but can't spit out, because the stomach has been spit clean, but the stomach is really uncomfortable, even if you fall asleep under the action of alcohol, but that discomfort you can really feel, even in sleep can feel the stomach under the stimulation of alcohol.

The next morning, the first thing I did when I got up was to panic and run to the back of the room to vomit, and all that came out was acid. I went to the cafeteria to drink cold water, drink hot tea, or even eat ice cubes to no avail, and my stomach was still uncomfortable until I had eaten lunch.

Somehow, it was so hot that I couldn't even put on my down jacket and had to take it off. The Russians, too, worked, sweating profusely. Everyone wonders why the weather is so hot in January.

"Basha, don't do it, take a break!" Wowa sat on a log and smoked a cigarette and said to Basha.

Basha placed the triangular ruler in his hand on the ground, and after slashing the axe heavily into a piece of wood, he also sat down to rest. Basha is a young man under 20 years old, has just returned from the army, is a very good person, works hard, and is smart and clever. He was fascinated by the forest, and when everyone was resting, he would always go into the forest and walk around, one moment to get back some pine towers, and the other to bring back some dried mushrooms. Once he also picked up a deer antler and came back, playing with it with great interest.

Although Wowa is in her 40s, she is like a child, and after smoking, she starts chattering again. Sometimes he tells his own story. Although it was very hot, and the heat of the work made him sweat profusely, he still chattered. Strange sounds often came from his mouth: "Na-Ta-Sha", "Mi-Sha", the voice was sometimes funny, sometimes ghostly, sometimes suddenly emitted a sharp voice, and it would be frightening, so they gave him a nickname called "Nightmare".

In the afternoon, Wang Xiaoguang, Song Wei and Zhang Ziyong came, they came by the unit's jeep, and the driver was a Russian who was looking for the unit. They brought me and Ringo fresh cucumbers and a few packets of Chinese pickles, as well as spray paint. Put your things away, look at the environment we live in and go. In the evening Vera cut the cucumbers she brought us into strips, mixed them with the shredded kohlrabi, and took out our pickles to eat with everyone. I was surprised at first, these were obviously for us, but on second thought, they should be shared with everyone. And there are not many of these things, so it would be nice if you could eat a meal. In the winter in the forest, it is a happy thing to be able to eat such fresh cucumbers and Chinese pickles.

The weather was a bit muggy for the next few days, and Nikolaevich, a handyman, said it might be snowing heavily. But Kosja did not listen, because the headquarters gave the order to complete the logging of the forest by February.

On this day, when I woke up in the morning, it was very dark outside, and the weather was very overcast, as if it was going to snow heavily. A few of us got on the shuttle bus - the elderly Ural car from the camp to the forest farm, this forest farm is far away, today is the first time to go, a week ago, the creeper has dragged all the wood to the freight yard, and then the personnel have all withdrawn, just waiting for us to go to make timber. There wasn't much wood in this yard, and we could finish it in a week, but it was too far away and required a 3-hour drive up the mountain road. The road was bumpy, and the forest farm was on the hill, and the Ural car had a hard time climbing the hill and humming slowly. After we got to the place, the driver parked the car on a very steep slope. Basha jumped out of the car and took the bucket of soup that Wowa had handed him for noon. Basha had just taken a step backwards, thinking it was flat, but his feet were empty, and even the buckets fell to the ground. Lunch was gone, and then the driver unloaded us and drove back to pick up the food again.

Festewania lit a bonfire, and a few of us took a break and began to work. At this time, the sky was drifting with snowflakes, and the man was very slippery when he stepped on the wood, and Ringo fell a big heel, fortunately, Basha supported him, otherwise he would have to fall badly. Later, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and it began to smoke and snow, and even a meter apart could not see the human face clearly.

We couldn't work anymore, so we had to keep warm around the campfire. Several people summed up that we couldn't work today, the snow was too heavy, and the truck might come to pick us up in a moment. But we waited until after 2 p.m., and the car still didn't come, and there was no landing for lunch.

"Where's our lunch?" Vanya complained.

"I guess the snow is too big, and the classic car can't climb up!" Basha said as he slashed the ground with his axe.

"That car is really a classic car, older than my age!" Wowa took a puff of her cigarette and looked up to spit the smoke at the snowflakes that were falling in the air.

"I'm grass, that car is so old!" No wonder it's so old! Ringo guessed what they meant.

"Yeah, we probably won't be able to eat lunch today!" I was already hungry and said weakly.

There is no cell phone signal in the mountains, so here it is only me and Ringo, and Natasha has a mobile phone, and the rest of the people do not have a mobile phone, and some simply leave it at home without bringing it into the forest, also worried about being stolen.

At this time Natasha took a loaf of bread from her bag and cut it into slices with a knife and distributed it to us, and it turned out that she had taken the bread.

"We can't do nothing here!" Natasha finished eating the bread in her hand and clapped her hands.

"Huh? Over here? What a mood! Wowa said with a vague face.

"What do you think?! She should have meant that we were going to find a shelter! Basha saw that Wowa was making a fool of herself, glared at him and said.

"Nightmare!" It's time, you're still joking there! Come on, let's start building shelters! Natasha finished talking and started to work.

We started with site selection. There is a large rock on the side of the yard, which should have been dragged over when cleaning the yard. Wowa sawed four thick pieces of wood as stakes with a chain saw, Basha cut off the branches with an axe, and then used axes and shovels to drill four holes in the ground, put four piles into them separately, squeezed them with stones, and buried them in the soil. Ringo and I were responsible for clearing the snow and excess rocks from the ground. Balsha then used four thinner poles to fasten each of the four stakes with ropes to make beams. The rope was found by Basha in the forest on the edge of the yard and was supposed to have been left behind during logging. Natasha and Vania found pine branches and placed them tightly on the beams to make a roof. On the branches we pressed the frozen turf again, which was pushed up by the tractor, although it was frozen, so that the good guys could shovel it down. Originally, Ringo said to press the stone, so that even if the wind blows, the roof will not be overturned. But Basha objected, saying that if the stone fell on someone's head, he would be injured.

On the left and right sides of the shelter, it is also blocked by branches to block the wind. Natasha and I found a lot of hay and dried leaves to spread on the ground, which was warmer than sitting directly on the ground. The shelter is not large, and six people can only sit in it, not lie down to sleep. There is a campfire at the door, and it will not be so cold for people to sit inside.

"Brother Lin, this seems to be much worse than when we and Li Jianren were in the Three Immortals Cave!" I looked at the finished shelter and said.

"That's not it, it's a pure cave, it's not airy, this guy is airy!" I haven't eaten it yet, but at that time, I had instant noodles to eat! Ringo looked at the shelter and said, his stomach grunting, hungry.

After we set up the shelter, it was dark, but everyone was hungry. At noon, Natasha's bread was also eaten by everyone.

"Give you Natasha, I handed Natasha half a loaf of bread.

"Bread?! Didn't eat at noon? Natasha looked at me in surprise.

"I ate half a slice, and now I don't want to eat this piece, give it to you, you're a girl!" I didn't look at Natasha, just stared at the campfire.

"I don't eat, you eat it yourself!" Natasha didn't take the bread. She shouted at Wowa, "Wowa, don't smoke anymore, the cave is small, you can't respect women!" ”

"I smoked when I was hungry!" Wowa shook her head helplessly and pressed the cigarette to the ground.

"It must be too much snow to come to the car!" In is not bad! Vanya said weakly.

Later, after my repeated insistence, the six of us divided half of my bread, and I took the noodles in my mouth for a long time before eating it, thinking that this would alleviate the feeling of hunger. Hungry and tired, I sat down and fell asleep in a short while. After waking up a few times in the night hungry, I found that I didn't know when Natasha had moved to my side, and it turned out that she was sitting according to Basha. She was already asleep against the stone, her head on my side. She wrapped herself tightly in a coat and wore a hat on her head. It was late at night outside, and I looked at my phone and it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening. The snow outside was still falling, but it wasn't as big as it was in the afternoon.

When I woke up in the morning, the day had just brightened, and Vanya was filling the campfire with wood. We had finished drinking the water we had brought yesterday, and because we were hungry, we drank hot water vigorously. Natasha filled the pot with snow and put it on a campfire to boil water. Basha didn't know where to go around, and Wowa sat on the ground smoking a cigarette, cursing the weather, cursing the snow, cursing the truck and the truck driver. Ringo was still lying in the shelter, not knowing if he was still asleep, and I suddenly felt a pang in my heart, worried about whether he was freezing to death. I put my hand into his neckline and touched the skin, which was hot, and I was relieved.

"Oh! Oh, my God! I've had enough! In this way, we will not be able to eat two meals, we will become weaker and weaker, and the men will think of a way to do it! Natasha said with her hands on her head, knelt on the ground, and looked at us with pleading eyes.

"Yes, lads, we should do something! You can't just starve to death here. If they don't come to the rescue today, then we will probably starve to death! I said.

So they went to the forest to find food. We shoveled 50 centimeters of snow off and rummaged through the leaves below to see if there was anything to eat. I took a thick wooden stick and struggled to pick up the snow, but the stick did not work, so I put it down, used both hands and feet, and finally pulled out 2 square meters of snow, but there was nothing under the snow except leaves. I crouched down on the ground in disappointment, looking at the white snow. At this time, the snow was like a white demon in my eyes, covering everything edible under my body, intending to starve us to death. Desperate, I stood up, just took a step, but I tripped over a branch and lay on the snow, my mouth and nostrils filled with snow, suffocating.

Everyone searched for half a day, except hay, dried leaves, nothing, not even a shadow of an animal, and there were still snowflakes in the sky. Basha found some dried lion's head mushrooms, but we weren't sure they could be eaten. Natasha put the dried Lion's Head mushroom in a cup and poured it into boiling water to soak.

We had a busy morning and didn't harvest anything but the dried lion's head mushrooms that Basha had found. Everyone sat on the ground silent and did not want to speak, drinking boiling water, only two cups, one in the bubble lion's head mushroom, the other cup circulating between several people.

"Ulla!!! Ulla!!! Oh, God! Thank God! There's food here, come and !!! "Basha shouted at us loudly on the north side of the yard, beckoning us over.

We ran quickly, Ringo had just not been with everyone to find food, he was very weak, hiding in the shelter, at this time he was also woken up by shouting, staggered to his feet, also ran over, did not run a few steps before falling a big heel.

Basha stands behind a large rock, blocked by stones without snow, and there is a blue plastic bucket on the ground. Barsha pointed to the plastic bucket, which contained several black plastic bags containing 4 black breads and 2 white breads, buckwheat, macaroni, a piece of pork, chicken thighs, a bottle of vodka, three boxes of tea leaves, as well as sugar and a precious piece of cheese!

"O God! Thank you for taking care of these unlucky eggs! Natasha knelt on the ground and thanked God.

"If we save some food on these things, it will be enough for us to eat a few meals!" Wowa looked at the food, her eyes already on fire.

"We will definitely be able to hold out until the rescue team comes!" I said.

The bottom of the bucket froze on the ground, and It took Basha a lot of effort to pull the bucket down and take it to the campfire in front of the shelter. But here's the problem, we don't have a pot, we can't cook food.

Then I saw an oil drum with a black smell of motor oil. Then I rubbed the oil drum in the snow, I didn't expect to rub it clean, but after a few rubs, the surprise appeared, and the oil actually rubbed off.

Although the barrel still smelled of oil, everyone couldn't take care of it so much, filled the bucket with snow, and then boiled it on the campfire. After the water boils, then pour the water out and use it for disinfection. When I was determined that the oil drum was finally ready to use with a strong sense of hunger, it was Barsha again, and he found two stew jars, which the Russians used to cook rice. And there was a plastic bucket of water, which had been frozen and cracked, and the water had frozen into ice. These things were forgotten by the lumberjacks, who did not expect that their carelessness had saved us.

Natasha boiled the buckwheat in snow water and melted the bread on the lid of the pot. Several of us men sat feebly in the shelter, their eyes fixed on the jar. Wowa just before the bread melted, she took two bites on it, and nothing came down, leaving only three tooth marks, because the teeth under the left front teeth were missing.

Soon the smell of buckwheat came from the can. Warwa sucked deeply in her nose and said with a look of enjoyment, "Grain... grain... I haven't loved buckwheat as much in my life as I do now! ”。

"It's Basha, thank you Basha, you saved us all!" Vanya looked at Basha and said, tears in his eyes.

"Yes, without Basha, we might have starved to death!" I said, and then shook hands with Basha.

"It would be nice if there was a little salt!" Natasha stirs buckwheat porridge with a wooden stick.

"Meat!" Ringo said in foul-mouthed Russian!

Everyone was amused by Ringo, although the laughter was weak, but at this time everyone could laugh.

The buckwheat porridge was finally ready, and Natasha freed up the cup soaked in the lion's head mushroom, and instead of throwing the lion's head mushroom away because she had food, she put it in the shelter. Six of us served porridge in two cups, three of us in one cup, and you drank it one bite at a time, and a pot of buckwheat porridge was quickly drunk and ate a loaf of bread.

In the afternoon, the rescue team still did not appear, and everyone hid in the shelter, anxious.

"You say, when we run out of grain, will we starve here?" Wowa said quietly.

"It's hard to say if we're going to starve, we're not going to freeze to death," Basha said, then put a piece of red pine on the campfire.

"How come I can't even see an animal?!" Vanya said.

"This kind of ghost weather, the snow is still falling, no animals will come out!" Basha said.

Ringo listened to us quietly, he didn't know much Russian, so he simply didn't listen to us and thought about his own thoughts.

"If I starve to death first, you must remember my name, my name is Vladimir Mikhailovich Zaitsev!" Wowa said seriously, then looked at everyone: "I have two sons, a little daughter, my family lives in the village of Hevi Xiangka, please tell my wife and children, I love them very much!" I've loved them all my life! Wowa said and cried bitterly.

"Wowa, look at you, we can't die, it's only a 3-hour drive from the station, and they'll come to save us!" Vanya said: "My name is Ivan Vasilyevich Sonntsev, I am not married, I have parents and brothers in the family, I am sure we will be able to return alive, they will come to save us!" ”

"My name is Pavel Sergeyevich Ivanov!" I have parents and three older sisters in my family, I have just returned from the army, my life has just begun, and I believe we will get through it! "Basha cut a long wooden stick with an axe.

"My name is Natalia Grigolievna Maslova, and I... I... I took over the marriage, and my ex-husband and I used to love each other deeply. I thought we could live happily ever after, but one day I found out his ambiguous text messages with his lover in his cell phone text messages, and we divorced. I was completely disappointed in love, without the slightest illusion. I hate the hypocritical men, sorry, not including a few of you. I came to the forest to get away from the city so that I could forget the pain of the past. Well, that's it, we can definitely get out alive! Natasha said for a long time, and then snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and rubbed it hard in her hand until the tobacco fell to the ground.

"My Chinese name is Mihong, my surname is Mi, my name is Hong, Hong is a magnificent macro, but I think my name is like a woman's name, so I gave myself the Russian name "Misha", I said to everyone that my name is Misha, only the id number is Mihong. My parents used to call me Misha later. I..." I introduced myself, when Basha suddenly interrupted me and said, "Men, and beautiful women!" We can't just wait, I think there must be something wrong with the station, it is likely that the car is broken, and the snow is closed, and they may be on the way to come. But we can't just wait. We are going to act and go and make peace with them! ”

"Yes! I support Barsha's idea!!! Wowa said. So everyone agreed.

"I haven't introduced myself yet!" Brother Ling looked at everyone and said in Chinese. He apparently didn't understand what Basha was saying later.

"Ringo, forget your Russian, we're leaving, down the mountain!" I said.

"Huh? This snow is knee-high, can it work? Ringo said with a suspicious face.

"Rest assured, the minority obeys the majority!" I said, then stood up and went to get ready.

The guys drank enough hot water, brought all the food and the cans, put out the fire, and set off. Basha found a stick of just the right thickness for everyone to use as a crutch to save energy.

The snow on the ground has touched the knees, the snow is still falling, just when we just set off, the snow has fallen to the extreme, and I can't see the road clearly, I thought to myself, maybe God is warning us not to act rashly? But there is no turning back from the bow, we are already on the road, we must persevere.

Basha was the youngest and in good health, and he was the first to open the way ahead. After 10 minutes of walking, I was cut ahead as Wawa, then me, then Vanya, Ringo, and finally Natasha. We didn't end up letting Natasha open the way because she was the only girl here.

After walking for 20 minutes, the snow actually stopped, and gradually the sun came out, and it seemed that the snow day had passed. By this time it was already 4 p.m., and it was already dark.

"Maybe we stayed one night and came out early the next morning was the right choice!" Wowa drove ahead and turned back to everyone.

"How do we live?" Sleeping in the snow? Vanya asked with a big gasp.

Wowa smiled mysteriously and said, "There is a way, look at me!" ”。

It turned out that he was going to build a nest with snow, and everyone thought he had a good idea, so they just did it. We piled the snow into a big pile with our hands, and then the people pounced on it, which was used for compaction. Basha found a broken shovel in the freight yard and used it to shoot solids. So we piled up a very porcelain snow pile, and then started digging holes on the side of the snow pile, digging up enough space inside the hole to accommodate six people. Then go to the ground outside to dig up the snow, cut it into the shape of a large brick with a shovel, and since the snow has been raining for three days and a night, the snow underneath is very solid. We made six snow bricks and prepared to block the entrance to the cave at night to block the wind.

After the snow nest was set up, Basha lit a bonfire, and Natasha boiled the snow water with a simmering jar, and then cooked the macaroni and pork together, and the food was cooked in the water for half a 10 minutes before the strong aroma of meat had wafted out. The aroma of meat and the aroma of pasta grain made everyone feel hungry at once, and my stomach began to grumble.

By this time it was completely dark, and six people were sitting around the campfire, watching the gusts of water vapor coming out of the boiling jar hanging on the fire, smelling the smell of meat coming out of the pot, and thinking about their own thoughts. Even Wowa, who usually likes to chirp, is no longer talking, watching the campfire silently, occasionally squirming her lips a few times, as if whispering something.

Basha still kept his head down and cut the wood with an axe in his hand, which he sharpened rapidly. Sharpening, he looked up at the pot where the food was being cooked, and then he looked down and continued to cut the wood.

Vanya looked at the pot the whole time, his eyes sluggish, watching and watching, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, then sucked back, then flowed out again, and sucked back again.

Natasha picked up the burning wood on the campfire with a wooden stick, put down the stick, and remembered her heart with one hand on her face. Her face looked extraordinarily pale in the light of the fire, probably because she had been haggard by the harsh environment these days. The big blue eyes blinked slowly occasionally, and then she closed them, and at the moment of closing them, a string of crystalline tears flowed out. I don't know why she is sad, whether it is the current situation, or her failed marriage? Or maybe it's for a confused future?

After I secretly looked at a few Russians, I looked at Ringo sitting on my right, he was very silent, only to hear his whirring and panting, although Ringo usually lacked the style of an elder, but these days he has been very calm, trying to cooperate with everyone, seriously complete every task needed for survival. Although he was tall and strong, he must have been tossed to death these days, but he did not hear him complain, even if he complained, no one could understand it except me.

"Cooked, come and eat!" Natasha said. Basha distributed the stick that had just been cut with an axe to everyone, and it turned out that he had used the axe to cut the end of the stick into the shape of a spoon, so that he could use it to scoop food to eat. Ringo and I didn't need it, and each of us plucked two thin branches as chopsticks, and it was very flexible and convenient to pick up macaroni and meat from the stew jar, which made several Russians envious.

Although there is no seasoning in the food, not even salt, this food is more fragrant in our mouths than the taste of the mountains and the sea, because it is our destiny!

Basha took out the vodka and asked everyone to drink two sips each so that it wouldn't be so cold in the snow nest at night.

"I think this vodka should be cold in the cave before drinking," Wowa said.

"No, we don't even have a sip of water, let alone a drink, take a sip of wine in the hole, it's too strong, it's not OK." Basha said, took a small sip of the bottle, handed it to Vanya, and then quickly stuffed a mouthful of macaroni into his mouth.

Vanya took a big sip and handed it to Wowa, who handed it to Natasha after drinking, Natasha looked at Wowa, then at the bottle mouth, wiped the bottle mouth with her hand in disgust, and also took a sip, and handed it to Ringo, who was sitting on her left. Ringo took a sip of the bottle and handed it to me, I took the bottle and did not drink it immediately, but pretended to be a sandwich macaroni, and then took the opportunity to rub the bottle mouth on the sleeve of the down jacket, and then took a sip. Ringo looked at me and smiled, probably he saw me stealing the bottle mouth. I was a little embarrassed and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?!" Wowa saw me and Ringo secretly laughing, and asked in a thick voice. His question made everyone laugh, so that the dull atmosphere was also alleviated, and it may be the effect of alcohol, and everyone began to chat happily. These Russians chatted quickly in Russian, and I really didn't understand them, they talked about them, and Ringo and I just cared about eating.

After eating, the men all ran to urinate and then slipped into the snow nest, and Natasha sat by the campfire waiting for us all to enter the snow nest, and after she left for a while, she also came in. Then Basha, who was sitting by the entrance to the cave, blocked the opening with snow blocks.

"I think it's wrong that we didn't have breathing holes!" Basha said, and then used a wooden stick in his hand to prick several small round holes in the top of the snow nest.

"It's so dark, you can't see anything!" Natasha said.

"It's easy to do, Wowa pulled out a very small and tiny lamp, which was tied to the keychain. The lights were small, but they brought light to this small, dark space.

After a hard afternoon in the snow, everyone was tired and fell asleep in a short while. I was woken up once in the night, I felt much warmer after approaching Ringo, the snow nest was a little stuffy, a few breathing holes were still not enough, Wowa's small light was turned off, I reached out and touched Basha's wooden stick, and after poking a few holes in the top of the nest, I felt a lot of fresh air coming in instantly, and then I fell asleep again by Ringo.

In the morning, Basha pushed the snow bricks first out of the snow nest, and the campfire outside was extinguished at night, and the charcoal that burned black was covered with frost.

"Listen, it's the roar of tractors!" Basha shouted.

The others also drilled out of the snow nest in turn, and everyone heard the roar of the tractor very clearly. Everyone knew very well that when we were rescued, we all traveled quickly forward with the running belt, and finally we met with the rescue team. Three climbing tigers were sent to pick us up, and the leader of the logging team cried happily when he saw us, complaining that he should not be in such a hurry and risking heavy snow to arrange for us to come to the freight yard so far away.

Then the six of us got on the climbing tiger and returned to the camp, and after a full meal, we went to the sauna again. Later, we learned that when the truck dropped us down that day and went back to get lunch, the car broke down on the road, and the car was really too old, many parts had problems, and it was still being repaired in the camp. Originally they thought it could be fixed that afternoon and then picked us up again. However, due to heavy snowfall, there was no waiting for parts, so the next day Kosca decided to arrange for the climbing tiger to pick us up, but the climbing tiger walked too slowly, plus it snowed heavily, so it arrived on the morning of the third day.