I begin to worry to look for other dimensions of reality, to think about the sense of rushing, trying to get to the meaning of his Hobbies mountains. Tune in to the positive... then...
Arriving from Poland, I habitually get a bus to Bergamo, ride a tram that taps the valley Serio. After a gloomy flat Gdansk soul rejoiced in the coming of spring. The sun was shining over the mountains opened turquoise. All was well... and I happened to glance at the phone's screen. There loomed fresh SMS. Opened, I saw... my heart fell under the wheels of the train.
- Den, is that Lena Dedeshko. Today Gena Durov was killed 150 m from the Octiabrionok top.
No! Not! Back in the day, the Gods! Life has become... not even gray, as in Gdansk. But black. Infinitely dark. Spring charm of the foothills was dark mold. Lord! For what?!?! I was driving and unseeing eyes staring out the window at their gorge. And represented Almaty mountains. Now there is the night, dark and cold. And it's bad.
The previous evening we with Alia Abilbajeva stood on the beach. Rustled in the darkness of the sea. Cold and empty. Day, Kolosy Festival ended, tired we had to run to our houses and hotels.
- We live for emotions, in fact, - is suddenly for no apparent reason Alia said. - People are looking them for the positive.
- Is not enough good emotions for everybody, - I joked. - Someone has to make sacrifices.
- Everyone of us are making sacrifices. For the sake of good positive experiences.
Already in the room under the shower I thought so wrong. Emotions are a dependency. Because not all of them are created myself - sometimes there is something terrible, bad... what I try hard to avoid. Much comes from other people.
And now this horrible news from Kazakhstan. Died a true friend. You can say that I lost a brother in the Faith and Spirit of mountaineering. Partner in relation to life. It is an emotion?!?! Yes damn life, if there is a place for such emotions!
Gena coached youth. Those children who remained fragments sports section after my escape from Kazakhstan. In Almaty but Durov really do that nobody wanted. But he found time and strength to drive to the mountains, to prepare for competitions.
Gena was the guardian Angel, in whom I had no doubt in choosing complex routes. Partner from God. Able to work at the point of attack, devshi for safety, securely covering the rear. On a Marble Wall in the winter or on a new route without Gennady not do! Yoshkar-Ola. Peak Eight WomenMountaineers - Genka is in the bunch. Dollar Rod way on Pobedy peak - only Gena!
- I remember the beginning of my winter mountaineering, - said the other Boris Dedeshko. - When I took up the mountains. On Tuyuksu one boy said this morning that alone will walk to Mayakovskiy peak. I also thought: what a bluff!? It's difficult, so far away. Some crazy statement. However, after lunch very quickly this guy came back to the house. And everyone was fine react to the fact that Gena Durov went to ascent solo... normal things. That's what struck me!
Thank you Gena! Thank you for all the happiness and beauty that you gave at our meetings. From training on the CSKA squear to restaurants of Chamonix. Presented at the farewell to Almaty books to the top of Pobeda peak. Thank you, friend! My best is now to try to make a part of these beautiful emotions shared with you to other people.
КОгда жизнь течет размеренно и спокойно, то думается, что так и должно быть. Однако, яркие события вроде фестиваля Колосы в Гданьске приводят душу в другое состояние.
- Ден, это Лена Дедешко. Сегодня Гена Дуров погиб 150 м от вершины Октябренка.
- Живем ради эмоций, по сути, - вдруг ни с того ни с сего сказала Алия. - Люди гонятся за ними, за позитивом.
- Хорошего на всех не хватит, - отшутился я. - Кому-то приходится идти на жертвы.
- Мы все идем на жертвы. Ради положительных добрых переживаний.