The zoo is with my luggage. Zoo in My Baggage Gerald Darrell Zoo in My Baggage read

As I confessed myself, I continued my acquaintance with the books of this wonderful person. How many times have I read a hoary story about those, like two adventurers and adventurers, and J. Darrell himself and that team, decided to start their own dream and start their own special zoo.
With the power of youmu humor, the author tells about his expedition to the glib of Africa. Here you will get to know the inhabitants of tropical forests, and the inhabitants of the local population.
The whole book is filled with love to the point of nature, kindness and humor. Raju to read and children that have grown up.

Skin new book the great naturalist Gerald Durrell is a mournful hymn to nature, to everything that lives on earth. Not vinyatok and the book "The zoo at my luggage". The author, with the gift of a writer, conveys his love to the nature of zooms to his readers, and makes a singing contribution from his spiritual vihovannia. The book describes an expedition to Cameroon, the results of which became the beginning of the creation of a state zoo on the small island of Jersey, which is included in the group of the Channel Islands of England. Tsikavo, with humor, the author of a variety of usefulness, related to the fishing of various representatives of the living fauna of Cameroon. The process of lovu vіdbuvavsya z vikoristannymi pritosuvanі and often suprovodzhuvav risik attacks from the side of the animal or plazun. For example, not far away, fishing for a majestic boa constrictor, if the catchers of zmusheni were to climb into the oven of the dwelling of this person. By stretching all the expeditions, the author had to cross the country different types transport, transfer the non-primary for the Europeans and constantly change to the supra-lingual garniy dovkilla, not yet able to civilization. Darrell was far away to paint masterfully at his creator the world, which is known with unflagging interest every hour of reading a book. Superbly tsіkavi zamalovki znyattya films about creatures. To take a singing scene, you need to know the nature of the creature subtly, to create for her the obvious mind, so that she looked out in captivity, as if she were free. Tsі novichki zgod vn_styu vykoristanі in the beautification of the zoo, schob create the optimal way of life for the creatures. The book at її chitannі, zavorozhuє, it is possible and zavdyaki to the high level of translation of that їх love to creatures.

Tse persha I read Darrell's book, vlasne, about nature. I'm glad to say that everything in it is the best of the Korean trilogy - soft humor, kindness, love and interest to the creaturely world.
This book tells about one of Darrell's expeditions to Cameroon, which is far from the first for a rahunka, as I understood, only once in a while to catch creatures not for other people's zoos, but for my own, which I use more often in projects. Yogo, I’ll use it for jokes, vlasne, and this history is consecrated. And even though she doesn’t have a hoarse spirit of battles with creatures and all sorts of extreme approaches there, but, on the contrary, everything is decorous and calm, to read it is not less than a hiccup.
Darrell shares his warnings, hostility and thoughts about Cameroon, chiming in on his life in Bafut. Moreover, write not only about the creatures, but also about the local inhabitants of those people, read all at once and knowingly, and comedy. I think I’ll look for yoga books again, I’ve already received an hour))
9/10

This is the first book by Darrell, I have read it and never stop. Such a good book comes from children, if I read stories about creatures and marveled at the program "At the world of creatures." And also buv Jacques Іv Cousteau. First of all, Darrell, like a child, I’m not familiar with it, but Skoda. Darrell and his young squad are sent to Cameroon to pick up a collection of creatures for their future zoo. Written easily and with humor. There is such a symbiosis between the stories about Africa, the local inhabitants and their sounds and the stories about the creatures and their sounds. :-)

It so happened that in childhood I was unique in reading Darrell. In spite of the widening of the thoughts that children are guilty of telling about animals, the very topic made me feel motorized. That one at the vikladi Bianki (sound) and Paustovsky (as if to spare), as they gave at the school.
Now I'm thinking, what, maybe, better. Not in the plan that Darrell's words are bad for children - stink, insanely, beautiful for any age. Ale Darrell's humor of the floor is its own, thin and grown-up, what can I do, the child simply cannot be swayed. And that means - to spend more part of the book. I guess, Darrell's attitude is that, as it is written, I'm overthinking the topic itself. Despite the fact that I don’t like fiction in principle and don’t read it without the need, I can keep such texts in non-circumstantial spaces - I’m amazed if they stop.
"Zoo" - a story about going up to Cameroon, picking up (with those purchases from local) fauna there, evening parties from Background from Bafut and turning to England with distant painful attempts to fall asleep there at the zoo. Naygolovnіshe - tse, zrozumіlo, zvіryatka and all sorts of stories, they are connected with them. And here I am terribly like me and just piss off Darrell - there’s not a single lisp. How the animal got to you on a lizhko and there it shat, it reacts like a completely normal person - I am angry, I am irritated and I feel great sense of humor. There is no such thing as "Oh, what a priceless stota, let's all die for the sake of it." In general, Darrell's mind is pragmatic. For their foolishness they tore the tail of the bear so that the bear became unsuitable for exhibiting - they turned it back at the natural middle, no disability pension. The creature fell ill and died - Skoda, but not a tragedy, it’s more like that there was a lot of pain and death, I think so. I shkoda is faster than the vlasnoi pratsі, the lower creature is like that. Chomus Darrell is cynical about nutrition to creatures, lower than the average succulents of dogs and guts. Given the fact that the greed of the Darrell's setting to the creatures, insanely, more, and Shkodi less. Seemingly, I was greeted with a lot of wisdom, and inciting a little bit of mockery to the subject of the author's hoarding)

And the axis of the whole novel can be seen from the series of stories. At the center of roses - not Darrell's trip to the distant lands, but the whole big trouble with the organization of the zoo. The very next novel, read at the age of 14, I first clearly saw that the scourge of the creatures is not just a sweet rozva, but also an important and nevyachna work. I dogі zusilly rich people can be znischenі one fool for the treatment of mitі. I especially remembered the story of the unfortunate crushing of the parrot.
And yet, to make such a hard and inveterate busyness, like a constant pestilence with creatures, Darrell zooms in to describe over-the-top cheerfully and hoarsely, robbing impersonal funny stories.
I would like to read the novel varto in order to stop marveling at the creatures with krіz erysipelas eyepieces.

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Nezabarom rіk my zoo in Jersey vіdkritiy vіdvіduvachiv. Tse, maybe, the youngest zoo in Europe, I may be peven, one of the most beautiful. Obviously, it’s small (at the same time we have about six hundred and fifty savts, birds and reptiles), but it’s growing. We already show a few creatures, there are no more of them in any zoo, and we are able to come to the future, if there are cats, look at the quiet species, with which I threaten the blame.

Bagatioh from our creatures, I myself brought from expeditions. I have already shown that there is all the beauty of the local zoo in it. You will bring your own animals and watch, how the stench grows, how it multiplies, if day and night you can see them. Tse, so bimoviti, his mystical side. And besides, I am convinced that in the world of my modest possibilities I dare to pinch people’s interest to the creaturely world and yogo zakhistu. If so, I'm sure my efforts didn't go to waste. If I can make even a little bit, so that I can hide the guilt of a creature, I will be happy.

Translated from English by L.L. Zhdanov

Pislyamova

Gerald Durrell - scholar, writer, community clerk.

If you read a book, and especially if it suits you, you always want to know more about the author, about his life, look at him, and plan for his robot. The books of Gerald Durrell are even more popular with us, and richly, imovirno, it will be closer to know the truth of the miraculous person.

Gerald Durrell is English, but he was born not in England, but in Jamshedpur, in India, in 1925. Vіn early vtrativ father, and it was three fates for you, if sіm'ya turned 1928 to England. The climate of England turned out to be unbearable for little Jerry, his two older brothers and sisters. Financial difficulties came to a head, and in 1933 the Darrell family moved on the continent, and then in 1935 landed on the small island of Corfu in the Mediterranean Sea. Here she herself was not aware of the cravings for the creatures that Jerry had seen from the first days of her life, took shape and turned into a road thread, as if she signified the whole away from life zoologist and writer Gerald Durrell. The island of Corfu with its soft, lazy, sun-drenched landscapes, with white beaches and dark green patches of vineyards, with gleaming olive groves, with creid mountains and a blazing sky, turning into this middle ground, de to change a purely emotional, pomudsvіdom little boy came the dope, the need for precise precautions, for experimentation, for discovery, for clarity, for elemental synthesis, which is powerful for the true naturalist.

And if the fauna of Corfu is not rich, and Jerry does not take it easy, with some kind of creatures to grow up in the year, and yak to hit the edges, you can boldly say that as a zoologist and a fighter for the conservation of creatures on Earth, Gerald Darrell was born herself in Corfu.

After turning back to London, Darrell, still being a pidlet, jokingly whispered to the robot. І vіn know the robot to the palate: vіn becoming a seller at the zoological shop. The settlement was no less bright and promising, but it represented the possibility of collaborating with creatures, and the price was a smut for the young man. In addition, vіn mіg vіdvіduvati koledzh i otrimav access to libraries. Dosi Gerald Durrell guesses this stage of his life with the warmth of that vdyachnistyu share.

After completing college education about the future, about the "right" work, it again spilled over the order of the day. Now it was necessary to earn a living in all seriousness. I renew Gerald Durrell chooses the only possible option for the new one: he goes to the local London zoo Whipsnade and is hired there by a simple robot worker to keep an eye on the creatures. Vіn novuє zhіtya zhittya so, schob be postіyno іz creatures.

The work at the zoo not only broadened Darrell's horizons, he learned there how to care for the great, sometimes unsafe creatures, mastered the methods of maturing, breeding, breeding. Everything was needed by the youmu at the future.

The work at the zoo didn’t satisfy Darrell at all, even though Whipsnade is one of the best zoos in the world: the creatures live there in almost identical open-air cages, but Darrell wanted to play with them in their native land, in their fatherland. For this reason, the guilt of being buried takes on the proposition of violating to Western Africa, to Cameroon. Metoyu tsієї ekspeditsії buv pitchfork creatures for the zoo. Can you dream about the bike?

The results of the expedition, however, overturned the points. The trip to Cameroon hit Darrell with such a strong hostility that after turning back to Europe, he would need to tell me about her. This is how the first literary test appeared - the book "The Ark of Revantations". The book was a small colossal success and was sold out literally in a few days. Vaughn immediately and irrevocably pissed off the young, weightless lover of creatures, a celebrity, a wild lover, showed that the new talent of a writer was embedded in him. It can be boldly said that Gerald Durrell, having created his own style in "The Overwhelmed Ark", is absolutely ending and supernaturally accommodating. In every case, a serious application was made for the birth of a new writer.

The trip to Cameroon seemed more like a prologue to a series of miraculous hikes. In 1948, Darrell started an expedition to Africa for a friend, then later in Pivdennu America: Guiana, Paraguay, Argentina. And then there was a new trip to Africa, already known by the months. From a skin trip Darrell, a lot of collections, to bring a lot of new ideas and hostility. І tsі vrazhennya are not overwhelmed by dead capital. Darrell writes books about the skin of his expeditions: The Hounds of Bafut, then The Land of Sherekhiv, Under the Canopy of a Piano Fox, The Zoo at My Luggage are behind the Revantaging the Ark. And with the skin new book, the daedals grew more popular and mastery of Gerald Durrell.

On the back, the role of "caring for living creatures" was dominated by Darrell. Prote її inevitably cut off a spoonful of dog: after the expedition, if you got attached to the skin of the brought creatures, you had to part with them. It was so unfair, so hard! We were alone, and we were clear from the very cob: the needful zoo. І os after long poshukіv, nevdach and prikroshchiv in 1959 roci Darrell yogo fell asleep. On a small plot of land, rented on the island of Jersey (one of the Channel Islands), there were placed first cages and aviaries. Vidteper Darrell catching the animals of his own. True, at the same time they blamed the financial difficulties, but Darrell began stained-glass windows on the morning of that increase in the zoo the entire fee for his books, and the young zoo was progressively replaced.

While creating a zoo, Darrell, having not only realized the need for separation from his beloved creatures. Buli in a new and other important country. Also, the Jersey Zoo has become an unforgivable zoo. On the right, in the fact that at this hour Darrell begins to give more and more respect to give the share of creatures to a wide plan, to the present future, until the middle of the 20th century, he got into a gloomy tone. A lot of creatures stumbled on the borders of the total humiliation. I had a chance to look at the link with zim current role zoos: itself in zoos, and only in zoos, you can save a reserve (or, as it seems at once, a “bank”) of creatures that still see, which multiply, by the order of which natural minds may have not lost their hopes. For a year, for friendly minds, such a reserve can become a good material for re-settlement, for the renewal of faded views in quiet places, the stars of them were seen by a person. So the bula was vryatovana in the death of nene, a small goose from the Hawaiian Islands; so the majestic wild bik - bison "resurrected"; so, vlasne, having taken away the possibility of saving the American crane, the pearl among the birds of the world; so more sprats of birds and animals turned around. The International Union for the Conservation of Natural Resources (IUCN) has given this method a special significance, and Gerald Durrell is one of the first to put yoga into practice, which is the main task of the zoo, acknowledging the robot’s creation of a reserve, a “bank” of rare creatures.

The first results of that success of the Jersey Zoo have turned the respect of the official establishments and deyakyh private osіb, yakі are engaged in the food of the protection of the natural environment. We collected the necessary funds, mainly for the work of the International Fund for the Protection of Creatures and the Association for the Protection of Creatures, that zoo was turned into the Jersey Trust for the Protection of Creatures. The English princess Anne became the honorable president, and the director, zrozumilo, Gerald Durrell. At the same time, the Jersey Trust is successfully working on the problem of saving rare and familiar creatures. It needs to be said that Darrell is not just a director, he is the soul of the trust, and all the royalties for the books of wines, as before, are transferred to his mind.

Darrell's merits in the sphere of protection of rare species of creatures were well known. In 1972, the first conference was held, yak pіdbila pіdbіl pіdbіl pіdbіl іnnational zusili zі zі vіrennya іn zoos reserve іnіshnіh brіvіn. Jersey was chosen as the venue for the conference. And it’s not worth it: until this hour, the trust has earned a reputation for authority.

At his opening promo at the open-air conference, Darrell said baldly that, regardless of success in breeding rare creatures, serious difficulties will clear up first. The unclear prospects for the offensive process of "repatriation" sounded to the minds of captive creatures; it is unavoidable that it does not appear negatively in the crossbreeding of close individuals; so that the integrity of the gene pool does not collapse; that and richly different, which cannot be spoken, may be perceived unfriendly. However, Darrell, having spoken of the fact that it would be difficult to make mistakes, and on the final excursion, having demonstrated a low supralingual butt of the accumulated reserve of sights, thus threatening the occurrence. The work of the Jersey Trust is being continued, and we are left with nothing more to help the success of the supporters of these establishments.

Prote Gerald Durrell himself is a miraculous mind that one creation of similar breeders will not change the lot of creatures. The earth belongs to people, it’s not easy to change, and it’s even more important to awaken in people a sense of valor for the creaturely light of our planet. And for the most part, people grow up with knowledge, with knowledge. That is why all the books of Gerald Durrell, from the beginning to the end, are dedicated to this task - to make people marvel at nature in a new way, at the nature that they inhabit, to learn to love the “young brothers” and if you want to do something for them. , for the sake of this, to save the Earth from all its beauty and wealth. Darrell's skin book is a miracle butt of active, wild, pushy propaganda.

Darrell doesn't mix books. You speak on television, read dopovіdі about creatures on the radio, make films about them.

In 1962, the deputy Gerald Durrell, on behalf of the International Foundation for the Protection of Creatures, made a trip to New Zealand, Australia and Malaya, to get acquainted with the camp of protecting the nature of these lands. May you creak in a disturbing picture: greed and baiduzhist turn into empty little cloaks; And again Darrell throws himself at the biy: write a wonderful book "The Way of the Kangaroo", de give in a right way a subtle analysis of the camp of the creatures, show a series of TV shows, from which you know the peeping star with the sounds, the sounds, the way of life of the birds and the animals and at once ask, change : marvel at how good the stench is, how richly we need it, necessary for ourselves, how the creatures will appear! What a mischief we can, we can’t save them from death! And as a matter of fact, it is not rich enough to help them!

Nin mayzha near the skin of the country created national parks, reserves, reserves, which span hundreds of thousands of square kilometers. Bagatyoh tse calm down, let’s give a glimpse of it: what’s not enough to guarantee the order of the creatures? Chi є privіd for zapokoєnnya? So, according to Darrell, є. National parks and zapovedniks - good, but not enough. Varto on their territory, a birthplace of naphtha, gold, or, God forbid, uranium, and the status of nedorcannost, like the national parks, will appear as a sufficient transition for dilkiv. Therefore, as long as the skin is a person, it’s a private person, it’s a sovereign fiend, you don’t understand all the importance of the problem of protecting creatures, there are no daily guarantees and you can’t. All Darrell's art, all yoga suspіlna diyalnіst directed to those who would prepare the right ground for such guarantees.

It is impossible not to say a few words about Darrell as a writer. The people of the 20th century languished in the turmoil of the great places, in the noise, in the eternal hurry and nervous tension. That is why books about nature, stories about creatures, are at once covered with a majestic drink, and impersonal authors master an infectious genre. Ale Gerald Durrell can't have supernikivs: some books are recognizable with impatience and diverge with blissful swedishness. What is the reason for such an overwhelming success? I am here, we are in front of the charm of Darrell himself, of his kindness, of his sweet character, of mine you know the cross of friends. But the spirit of the book. And the crime spirit є is Maternal Maternistian writing: Zdatniyst is hopefully thin Bachti, I will basite SNIT_CHOUT NAIB_LSHIKI NAY RISI RISI PROJECT DIRECTRY, MOVE DIY WIRNIE, NOVІ, NESTARTARD, OPTION OPTERSNIY BE worry. Itself to rob Darrell's advice to the easy, we live that in the face. At the new happy rank, the bachiti and the vminnya rozpovidat will be combined, even if the right talent is manifested in it.

The main characters in Darrell's books are creatures. Among them there are no unacceptable, ugly, indulgent: all stinks are good in their own way, and Darrell knows warm words for their skin. For that very reason, imagine the creatures in Darrell so daily and individually and so to the point of tears. The stench forgets so, nibi ti їх bachiv, having told about them himself, loving himself. After Seton-Thompson, it is positively important to name another such master of the animal portrait.

And yet another beautiful figure of Gerald Durrell's creativity is his unique humor. Darrell's humor is good-natured, calm, ale thin and ubiquitous. Humor is not like an end in itself, but like a philosophy of life, like a way to promote the most important, most typical, like a good way to deal with difficulties. It is more humorous than anything that happens to be a tragic lot of creatures, to become one of the most attractive characters to Darrell's character.

It is necessary to add that the books of Gerald Durrell may have great educational value. As a by-pass, step by step, you can tell about the life of a creature so richly that you can add nothing to another fahivtsyu-zoologist. And all citations are absolutely reliable, far from sensationalist claims. To the one who writes Darrell, you can believe it again.

"The Ark of Changes," as I already said, is Darrell's first tvir; "Hounds of Bafut" - as a continuation, tell about a friend's trip to Western Africa, to Cameroon. A lot of fates have passed since then, like Gerald Durrell, having mandrafted the tropical forests and grassy plains of Cameroon. Bagato vіdbulosya podіy. Cameroon new life the blue is quiet, who escorted Darrell for an hour of mandrivok. Ale, so very beautiful, the unoccupied foxes have lost themselves, and so the toads ring in their choirs and villages at night, and the lemuri-galago scurrying slowly from tree to tree. The young republic gives a lot of respect to the nuns, to protect the necessary middle ground, to protect the creatures, and to the one who, with all the money and pennies, has a part of the reach of Gerald Durrell.

Now I'm thinking, what, maybe, better. Not in the plan that Darrell's words are bad for children - stink, insanely, beautiful for any age. Ale Darrell's humor of the floor is its own, thin and grown-up, what can I do, the child simply cannot be swayed. And that means - to spend more part of the book. I guess, Darrell's attitude is that, as it is written, I'm overthinking the topic itself. Despite the fact that I don’t like fiction in principle and don’t read it without the need, I can keep such texts in non-circumstantial spaces - I’m amazed if they stop.

"Zoo" - a story about going up to Cameroon, picking up (with those purchases from local) fauna there, evening parties from Background from Bafut and turning to England with distant painful attempts to fall asleep there at the zoo. Naygolovnіshe - tse, zrozumіlo, zvіryatka and all sorts of stories, they are connected with them. And here I am terribly like me and just piss off Darrell - there’s not a single lisp. How the animal got to you on a lizhko and there it shat, it reacts like a completely normal person - I am angry, I am irritated and I feel great sense of humor. There is no such thing as "Oh, what a priceless stota, let's all die for the sake of it." In general, Darrell's mind is pragmatic. For their foolishness they tore the tail of the bear so that the bear became unsuitable for exhibiting - they turned it back at the natural middle, no disability pension. The creature fell ill and died - Skoda, but not a tragedy, it’s more like that there was a lot of pain and death, I think so. I shkoda is faster than the vlasnoi pratsі, the lower creature is like that. Chomus Darrell is cynical about nutrition to creatures, lower than the average succulents of dogs and guts. Given the fact that the greed of the Darrell's setting to the creatures, insanely, more, and Shkodi less. Seemingly, I was greeted with a lot of wisdom, and inciting a little bit of mockery to the subject of the author's hoarding)

Rating: 8

And yet, to make such a hard and inveterate busyness, like a constant pestilence with creatures, Darrell zooms in to describe over-the-top cheerfully and hoarsely, robbing impersonal funny stories.

I would like to read the novel varto in order to stop marveling at the creatures with krіz erysipelas eyepieces.

Rating: 9

As I guess, this TV does not over-the-top air, let's say, like "Three tickets to Adventure". Just for example, the difficulties are described, connected with the search for a place for the zoo.

І smut with creatures - described in Darrell's skin book, є і here. Everything is laid out with traditional and unobtrusive humor, as new heroes always appear (part of, among them, old heroes, the middle author), as if they were acting like that clique. A lot of creatures are described, how to finish it shortly, but in a report. I am not an expert in zoology, but the descriptions are not boring, but rather appropriate. It’s a pity that they’re forgetting to finish the shvidko.

In general miracle book, tsіkava for bagatioh.

Rating: 10

This chronicle of the six-months is more expensive, as we and our retinue were sent to Bafut, the kingdom of the high savanna near British Cameroon*, near Western Africa. I dare to say that there is no obvious reason that brought us there. We conceived the vlastuvati vlasny zoo.

In 1960, Cameroon became an independent power (more expensive than Darrell to lie down until 1957).

After the war, one by one, I organized expeditions from different countries of the world for wild creatures for zoological gardens. From the richest evidence, I knew that the most important, the most important part of such an expedition - її end, if after a few months of non-sitting turbots, then watching the creatures needs to be separated from them. How do you replace him with a matir, father, earn and protect you from a lack of safety, enough for a pivroku, so that you can have a good friendship between you. The creature is not afraid of you and, more importantly, behaves naturally in your presence. І axis, if friendship is only just beginning to bear fruit, if there is a vinyatkova ability to turn the stars and the nature of the creature, the need to separate.

I've had more than one vacation - to start my own petting zoo. Then I can bring creatures, I know in advance, in some places the stench of life, some food and some watchful eye can be taken away (it’s a pity, in some zoological gardens one can’t be intoxicated), and there’s no one to make me want to live on the sly. Naturally, my zoo will be a wake-up call for breeders, it will be a kind of self-sustaining laboratory, you can try to keep creatures and watch for them.

Ale bula is still alone, like on me, more important reason make a zoo. To me, like a lot of people, there is already a turbulent situation, that everywhere the rivers of people are right, but it’s right, directly blamed the difference between wild creatures. A lot of shanovnyh organіzatsіy not bad forces help to solve this problem, but I know a lot of vidіv, yakі can't afford for a reliable defense, shards of stench are bad and don't become valuable for commerce, n for tourism. In my eyes, the culpability of any kind is a criminal act, which is the destruction of non-repeated monuments of culture, such as the paintings of Rembrandt or the Acropolis. I respect that one of the leading zookeepers in the world can create breeders for rare and familiar species. Todi, like a wild creature threatening outside guilt, you might want to save it in captivity. Rich fates I dreamed of falling asleep zoo, which put bi sobі qyu metu, and the axis of the sky has come the hour of rozpochat.

If it were a spunky person, having conceived such a right, I would first possess a zoological garden, and then I would get creatures. And for all my life, I rarely went into what I could reach, deviating from logic. And I, like a slid to ochіkuvati, I’m going to get the creatures and only after that, I’ve planted a lot for the zoo. It was far from simple, and now, looking around at the past, I marvel at the vapid brilliance.

Otzhe, tse rozpovid, like I created a zoo. After reading the book, you will understand why the zoo has been left in my luggage for a long time.

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Sitting on the winding bougainvillea verandah, I marveled at the sparkling black waters of Victoria, the flickering of the listless islands of the islands - first of all, I didn’t have enough time to grow up on the surface of the green farmhouse hats. Famously whistling, two orphan parrots flew by, and in the bright blue sky, the sound of “ku-ii” sounded invitingly. Small chutes, like black ribs, scurried between the islands, and across the creek, the indescribable cries of those fishermen reached me. Up in the mountains, on the tall palm trees, which shade the budinok, the weavers chirped flawlessly, diligently winding up the leaves of mats for their nests-cats, and behind the budinka, where the fox began, the bird-midnik monotonously shouting: “Toink ... toink ... toink” knocking on the crying carpet. There was a sweat on my back, my shirt got wet, and a glass of beer was hot on the table. I know at Western Africa...

Looking at the great orange-headed agamy, as if climbing onto the railing and diligently nodding, niby soaring sun, I took up the leaf again.

Fon Bafut, Fon Palace, Bafut, Bemenda District, British Cameroon.

I zupinivsya, joking nathnennya. Lighting a cigarette, glancing at the bedrooms of the traces, filled with my fingers on the keys of a typewriter, drinking a glass of beer and looking angrily at the sheets. Due to low reasons, it was important for me to fold yoga.

Von Bafuta is a wealthy, sensible, gracious monarch, the ruler of a great power, who spread out in the middle of the savanna in the mountains on a pivnoch. Vіsіm rokiv that I spent a few months at the yogo land, picking out the unseen, rare creatures. The background turned out to be a miraculous ruler, and we ruled a few miraculous evenings, for Vladik Bafut to believe that life needed to be blessed. I marveled at the richness of clay with alcohol, yoga can energy and humor, and turning to England, at the book about this expedition, having tried to paint a portrait of it, to show a penetrating and good people, like a child, have fun, a great music lover, dance that gives life beauty. Now I'm going to see the Fon at the yogo, the Kremlin and the beautiful kingdom, and renew our friendship. However, I buv trohi turbovaniya. Too late, it dawned on me that the portrait I created could be wrongly understood, that the Background could instantly turn into a new image of a summer alcoholic, who would spend his days pumping wine in the middle of the retinue squads. To that, not without trembling, I began to write to you of the sheet, sob z'yasuvati, chi I will be a blessed guest in your kingdom. The axis to you is a turning point of literary practice...

My dear friend!

It’s possible, you already feel, that I turned back to Cameroon again to get creatures to bring them to my fatherland. How do you remember, if I'm here the last time, I came to your country and drank the best creatures there. And we had a lot of fun.

Now, having arrived again, I brought a squad from me, and I would like to know you and show me your wonderful country. Can we come to Bafut and stay with you while we catch the creatures? I want to bi, like the last time, to settle at your resthouse, if you allow it. I spodіvayus, you give me a hint?

Thank you, Gerald Durrell

I corrected the messenger with the gin, having added two flakes of whiskey and severely punished the gin, so that I didn’t drink the wine at the cost. Now we were left with only a few checks and spodіvatisya, and the mountain of our harness was smoldering at that hour under a sun-baked tarpaulin, and the orange-headed agama hovered on the top of the mountain. Through tyzhden, the messenger turned and the hero from the swarm of torn gray-green shorts of the leaf. I ripped open the envelope, put the sheet on the table, and we and Jacky got sick of it.

Palace background, Bafut, Bemenda.

My dear friend!

Your leaf on the 23rd having been taken away from great joy. I am happy if, after reading it, I recognized that I am new in Cameroon.

I'll check you, come at any hour. Stay with us, if you want skilki, a list of everyday ones. My resthouse is waiting for you, if you haven't arrived. Be kind, pass my shelter on to your squad and tell them what to know about us, about what to talk about if she comes.

Vіddany tobi, Background of Bafut

* PART OF PERSH * AT THE WAY

Persian head. Shrew python

Sheet of courier

To the Zoo Inspector, OAK Office, Mamphis

Shanovskiy sir!

I used to be your leader, if you first came to Cameroon, and got wild creatures for you.

I send you a creature with my servant, I don’t know what it’s called. I ask you to give me a price for your trial and pay me less pennies. This animal lived at my booth close to three and a half tizhniv.

With respect, sir, I'll keep yours, Tomas Tembik, myslivets

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Gerald Durrell.

Zoo at my luggage

INTRODUCTION WORD

In 1960, Cameroon became an independent power (more expensive than Darrell to lie down until 1957).

And there was another, in my opinion, the most important reason for creating a zoo. To me, like a lot of people, there is already a turbulent situation, that everywhere the rivers of people are right, but it’s right, directly blamed the difference between wild creatures. A lot of shanovnyh organіzatsіy not bad forces help to solve this problem, but I know a lot of vidіv, yakі can't afford for a reliable defense, shards of stench are bad and don't become valuable for commerce, n for tourism. In my eyes, the culpability of any kind is a criminal act, which is the destruction of non-repeated monuments of culture, such as the paintings of Rembrandt or the Acropolis. I respect that one of the leading zookeepers in the world can create breeders for rare and familiar species. Todi, like a wild creature threatening outside guilt, you might want to save it in captivity. Rich fates I dreamed of falling asleep zoo, which put bi sobі qyu metu, and the axis of the sky has come the hour of rozpochat.

Otzhe, tse rozpovid, like I created a zoo. After reading the book, you will understand why the zoo has been left in my luggage for a long time.

Sheet of courier

Looking at the great orange-headed agamy, as if climbing onto the railing and diligently nodding, niby soaring sun, I took up the leaf again.

Fon Bafut, Fon Palace, Bafut, Bemenda District, British Cameroon.

My dear friend!

Thank you, Gerald Durrell

Palace background, Bafut, Bemenda.

My dear friend!

Your leaf on the 23rd having been taken away from great joy. I am happy if, after reading it, I recognized that I am new in Cameroon.

Vіddany tobi, Background of Bafut

* PART OF PERSH * AT THE WAY

Persian head. Shrew python

Sheet of courier

To the Zoo Inspector, OAK Office, Mamphis

Shanovskiy sir!

I used to be your leader, if you first came to Cameroon, and got wild creatures for you.

I send you a creature with my servant, I don’t know what it’s called. I ask you to give me a price for your trial and pay me less pennies. This animal lived at my booth close to three and a half tizhniv.

With respect, sir, I'll keep yours, Tomas Tembik, myslivets

I have seen that we are going on the way to Bafut for ten days, I will call Mamfe near the little place. Here the ship-floating part of the Kros river ends, and a deserted land stretches far away. Before the hour of my two previous arrivals to Cameroon, I changed my mind, that Mamfe is already a good animal base.

We hung out of Victoria in a great column at three vantage. On the first

- Jackie is me, on the other - our young assistant Bob, on the third - Sophie, my richly-suffering secretary. It was smoky and dusty in the morning, and on the third day, when the short green days came, we were far away from Mamf, tormented by hunger and heat, and pierced from the bottom to the head with a thin ball of red saw. We were pleased to turn around after arriving to the ferocious "United African Company", and the axis of our ventures, richachs, built up the alley, whistled with galms and chimed in front of the miraculous, glowing fires of the booth.

You won’t say anything, having taken the whole booth best place at all Mamphis. Yogo argued on the makіvtsі konіchnogo pagorba, one skil kakogo steeply falls to the river Kros. If you stand on the edge of the garden, surrounded by a non-standard living fence with hibiscus bushes, and from the height of a few hundred feet you marvel at the gorge, below you can see a thick chagar and trees that have stuck to thirty-foot granite skels, covered with a wild kilim of a wild god. There was a white skel, in the midst of a gleaming white sand and chimeric swarthy slabs, above a tight brown m'yaz, a river was ringing. On the protilezh birch, the rivers were stretched out by the dredged wooded logs, and behind them, the tall forests were mourning. Vrazhayusche eye of the great number of vidtinks and forms, vins stretched out in the far distances, de vistas and haze haze transformed yogo into a dark, three-eyed green ocean.

But if I got out of the baked vantage and put it on the ground, I was not up to garnished views. Tsієї hvilini I most in the world want to drink, bathe and eat, all at the appointment of succession. And I also needed a wooden screen for our first animal. It was about a superbly rare creature, a baby black-footed mongoose, as I arrived at the village twenty-five miles away from Mamf, de mi zupinalis to buy fruit. I'm more like radium, that our collection is founded by such a rare exhibit, but my joy died after I spent two years tormented by mongoose in the cabin of the vantage. Malyuk vyrishiv invariably outlined all the cubbyholes and cubbyholes, and, being afraid, like a bivin, I didn’t get stuck in my vazhel and without breaking my leg, I put Yogo in my bosom. The first year of the mongoose, flickering its nose, scurried around me across. At the start of the new year, she tried to dig a hole in me in my stomach with her hospitable claws, if I had overwhelmed the little animal, I was busy, I shoveled the pawshkir on my bots and the soil was swamped with smoktati, blowing me with an endless stream of hot sechgostroy. I saw all over, wet with sweat, I didn’t become shorter during the procedure, and, if I krokoved uphill the booth of a black OAK with a mongoose tail, which was z-pid buttoned up on all the ruffs of a wet shirt, looking at me would be eccentric. Zrobivshy deep inhalation and smoky trembling unimpressed, I saw brightly illuminated the vіtalnya, where three were sitting near the card table. The stinks looked at me inquisitively.

– good evening- I said, feeling myself not being right. - My name is Darrell.

Well, after the sound of Stanley and Livingston, such a remark would not be heard in Africa. All the same, a low-lying man with a black forelock rose from the table, smiling amiably, pishov me nazustrich. My rapt appearance and the wondrous look of nibi yogo did not zdivuvaet. Vіn mіtsno squeeze my hand and seriously wondering in the eyes:

- Good evening. You don't play the canasta in a vipadkovo way?

- No, - I sneer. Sorry, I don't play. Vіn zіtkhnuv, nіbi coped with yogіrshіrshi fight.

- Skoda, more Skoda. - І vіn nabіk nabіk head, vyvchayuchi my guise.

- How did you say your name? - after sleeping wine.

- Darrell... Gerald Durrell.

- Powers of heaven, - wiguknuv vin, osyayanya zdogadom - Tse ve that obsession zvirolov, about whom I was ahead of the rulers?

- Obviously so.

- Listen, old man, but I checked you two days ago. De vie disappeared?

- We would have been on the mist two days ago, as if our vantazhivka did not break with such a tedious postiynistyu.

- So, the local vantazhivki are terribly undesirable, - having said the wine, the Germans tell me a secret. - Wip'єte stack?

- With great satisfaction, - I'm sticky. - May I go for the reshtoyu? The stinks check there at the vantage.

- Well, obviously, let me know what kind of food. I often!

- Shiro Dyakuyu. - I turned to the door.

The Lord took me by the hand and pulled me back.

- Tell me, friend, - having washed the wines with a hoarse whisper, - I don’t want to portray you, but all the same: why should I feel through the gin, or your life is always so kolivaetsya?

“Hi,” I said calmly, “I don’t live.” I have a mongoose in my bosom.

Vin stared at me.

- Fully sensible explanation, - vimoviv vіn nareshti.

“So,” I said, “it’s true.

Vin sighed.

- Well, abi on the right was not wearing jeans, but what you have under your shirt, it’s all the same to me, - he said seriously. - Lead a reshtu, and we crush a stack of friends to the insult.

So we invaded John Henderson's booth. In two days, yoga was transformed into the most, perhaps, the richly suffering ruler on the western coast of Africa. For a person who cherishes his own self-assurance, give an apron in his home to some strangers - noble additions. How can I not love the native fauna, should I put myself before it, because I’m afraid of fighting, and we don’t give less than the backs of some animals, that’s heroism, for the description of which there are no words. Twenty years after our arrival, on the veranda there was a yogo budinka, a cream of mongoose, quartered squirrels, a galago and two mavpi.

Warto John to go out the door, like Yogo at once grabbing a young baboon by the legs. For the time being, I called the vines to the end, I rose the leaves to the mystic myslivts, my old acquaintances, picking them up at once and explaining how the animals need me. Now we were left with less time to sit and check on the results. The stench didn’t come right away. Ale axis of one fine day on the avenue appeared myslivets Augustin. Vіn buv at the red-blue sarong і, like a zavzhdi, podtyagnuty and delovity. Yogo escorted one of the most famous Cameroonians, such as I am, if I ever was, a hefty, gloomy child of six feet, black, like soot, looking like golden and swarthy Augustine. I stepped heavily with majestic scissors, and I succumbed to the first, that in the new elephant's twig. The stinks of the gank roared. Augustine burst into radiant smiles, and his comrade looked at us drunkenly, trying to mark our pure vaga with the eye of a culinary specialist.

– good morning, sir, - saying Augustine and podsmiknuv svіy yaskravy sarong, shob vіn more beautifully trimmed on thin quilts.

- Good morning, sir, - pidhopiv veleten. Yogo's voice sounded like a distant gurgle of thunder.

– Good morning… Did you bring the animals? - with hope, I woke up, even though they didn’t have any living creatures in their hands.

- No, sir, - Augustine summarily, - we don’t have any. We came and asked for a masa, so that a masa gave us a motuzka.

- Motuzka? How about a moth for you?

- We knew the great boa, sir, there at the fox. Ale, we can’t take yoga without a hamper, sir.

Bob, fahіvets іz reptiles, jumped on stiltsі.

- Boa? – khvilyovano said wine. - What do you want to say... boa?

“That’s the way to call a python,” I explained.

Pigeon-English has power, which especially beats the naturalist's pantelica, - there is a large number of incorrect names for different creatures. Pythons are called boas, leopards are called tigers and so on. In Bob's eyes, having burned the fanatical vognik. From tієї hvilini, as we boarded the ship in Southampton, vin may be only about pythons and tlumachiv, and I knew that we would not love you lightly, until we replenish our collection with one of these plazunov.

- De vin? - Bob didn't take his praise in a moment.

- V_n there, at the fox, - Augustine sang, and with a wide wave of his hand, he looked at the good five hundred square miles of the fox. - Vin there, at the hole under the ground.

- And the great one? - I asked.

- Wa! Great? Augustine tweeted. - It's great.

- Axis is so great, - saying a scourge and choking himself on the quilt, and there in the new boulder was a scourge okist.

“We walked like a fox right from the start, sir,” Augustine explained. - Let's thump a boa. We were beaten quickly, but we weren’t fooled. This snake is already strong. Vaughn went into a hole under the ground, but there was no moth in us, and we could not be evil.

- And who did you deprive them of guarding the hole, so that the boa is not close to the forest?

- I asked.

- So, sir, they've taken two.

I turned to Bob.

- Well, you were lucky: the right wild python of closures at the hole. Let's try to take yoga?

- Lord, it's awesome! Let's go now, - Bob lit up.

I turned back to Augustine.

- Let's go and wonder, what kind of snake?

- So sir.

- You check the trochs. First, I need to take a motuzka and catch a leash.

Bob ran off to buy a harness, to dig up a hank and nets there, and I filled two balls with water and called out to our battle Ben, as if sitting on the back of a black walk and beckoning the noble charm with my redness.

- Ben, let your easy-going woman and get ready. We are virushaemo in the forest to catch boas.

- Yes, sir, - said Ben, sorry to leave his friend.

- And de tsey boa, sir?

- Augustine seems to be at the hole under the ground. For whomever I need. Because the hole is so narrow that we and Mr. Golding cannot crawl through it, you will climb into the middle and snarl the boa.

- Me, sir? - overdrinking Ben.

- Yes, you. You will climb at the hole alone.

- Garazd, - vіdpovіv vіn z philosophical smile. - I'm not afraid, sir.

- Breshesh - I said. - You know what you're afraid of.

- I'm not afraid, sir, word of honor, - Ben said sternly. - I didn’t tell the mass by any means, like I drove a fox cow?

- Rozpovіdav, dvіchі, and all the same I do not believe you. And now go to Mr. Golding, take the hanks from that city, and live on.

To eat there, dehovavsya our zvіr, it was necessary to go down from the hillock and cross the river on the great canyon, behind the shape similar to a banana. The bula was broken, maybe, three hundred years ago, and from that hour, it fell down quite a lot. Having wielded a deep old man with an oar, such a buv looked like that, why yogo axis-axis to strike a blow. Boy, yogo pomіchnik, having scooped up water. This was a nervous duel, the shards of the lad were thrown off by a rusty tin can, and the sides of the white line were making a sieve. At that hour, like a chauvin reaching the protilezhny shore, the passengers leaned six inches by the water.

If we, with our orders, went to the pier - smoothed out with water at the granite rock, - chauvin standing on that boat. Pokey Ben, Augustine and the African bogatyr (we called him Yogo Gargantua) shouted at the whole gourd to the carrier, so that they turned around, Bob and I sat down in the shade and began to look at the mystic inhabitants, they swam and swam white at the stormy water.

Cracks of chocolate cottons with heather were waving from the stone near the water and immediately virinal, vibrating with erysipelas and palms. The girls, sorom'yazlivish, bathed in sarongs, but if the stench came out of the water, the fabric clung so tightly to the body that, in the light, nothing was attached. One karapuz rocky five or six, no more, hanging his tongue out of tension, carefully descending down the rock. On the head of the new one there is a majestic glechik. Having reached the shore, the little one did not become untroubled, did not take the fleck out of his head, but stumbled at the river and rightly, breaking down the river ahead, the docks were not hung under the water. Just a vessel, like a diva, forged itself on the surface, and that one suddenly appeared. For a few seconds nothing could be seen, then the little gleam appeared again, now already shifting along the bank of the shore, and the head of the lad veered. Vіn loudly pirkhnuv, let out a second light, and carefully pishov to the shore with a full glimmer. Carefully placing Yogo on a stone ledge, he turned into the river, like before, without breaking loose. Sounds from the folds of the warriors' folds and, however, summarily pommeled themselves and their sarong. If a mile of pina turned yoga into an erysipelatous snowman, the boy turned his head, zmiv її, veyshov on the shore, again putting the vessel on his head and climbed uphill along the rock. Miraculous African illustration before those “hours and rushes”.

Chauvin is already gone. Ben and Augustine quarreled ardently with the old hauler, vimageously, that they would take us to a wide scythe for a drink of water. Then we will not need to walk a whole mile along the coast to the stitch that leads to the forest. Ale old chomus stocked up.

- What's on the right, Ben? - I'm asleep.

- BUT! Ben turned to me angrily. - This stupid person, sir, is supposed to take us to the corner.

– Why are you inspired, my friend? I turned back to the old one. - If you take us there, I will pay more, and you will take a gift for the addition.

- Maso, tse my chauvin, if I spend yoga, I can’t earn more pennies, - the old man firmly. - No food for my stomach ... I don’t take a penny.

- Ale yak same ty vtratish choven? - I zdivuvavsya.

I know well the village of the river. There were no thresholds, no stirrups.

- Ipopo, masa, - explaining the old man.

I have opened my eyes. About scho to talk tsey chovnyar? Ipopo, sho tse take - like a grizny mіstseviy yu-yu, About what I do not feel?

- Tsey іpopo, in what boci vin live? - I tried to speak in an inviting way.

- Wa! Masa nіkoli yogo not bachiv? - An old bov of enmity. - That he is there, by the water, beating the booth of the district chief ... so majestic, like a car ... wow! .. the strength is terrible.

– What do you mean? – Zdivovano sleeping Ben.

Raptom dawned on me.

- Tse wines about a herd of hippopotamuses, like lingering at the rivers in the state with the county house, - I said. - It's just a quick, unimaginable thing, from i it beat me in a pantel.

- Do you think that the stench is unsafe?

“Obviously, although I don’t know why. Once upon a time, when I was here boo, the stench was quiet.

- I'm going to sleep, stink and quiet, - said Bob.

I revert back to the old one.

- Listen, my friend. If you take us up the mountain river, I will pay six shillings and give you cigarettes, okay? And if it’s bad to mess with your chauvin, I’ll give you pennies for a new one, are you sensible?

- Zrozumov, ser.

- Well, is it okay?

- Good, sir, - old povіv; Zhadіbnіst took a new mountain above the protection.

Choven povilno pishov against leaks. They were on the verge of water, and we sat on our backs.

“I don’t believe it, the stench is not safe,” Bob respected, dipping his fingers into the water.

“Last time I walked up to them on a chute for thirty feet and photographed,” I said.

- Now tsі popo have become evil, sir, - barring the tactless Ben. “Two months ago the stench drove in three people and broke two chinks.

- Vіshne voіdomlennya, - said Bob.

In front of the brown water, the stone was washing away. In the past hour, we didn’t confuse anything, but now the skin stone has guessed the head of a hippopotamus for us - an evil, approachable hippopotamus, which is talking about us. Ben, having probably guessed his story about the duel with the fox cow, having tried to whistle, albeit in a new way it turned out to be bad, and I remembered that it was alarming to look at the river. True, hippos, like a sprat once attacking the chin, enter with relish, not like a tiger-ludozher, and in every possible way try to rob the people of the gidot. For the new one, it becomes its own sport. But I was not calmed by the little thing over the twenty-foot tow of the calamute driver with the beastly vaga in the pivton.

I remember that the old one has been pushing the chauffeur to the shore for the whole hour, twisting and so and so, trying to walk along the milk water. The coast is steep, but all at the ledges - you can viscochiti, if so. The skeletons zіm'yatі like an accordion, instead of throwing a hundred hundred magazines here, and the stench of the stone was overgrown with greenery. The trees, which perched on the skeletons, stretched their heads far above the water, and with my throws, like ribs, went a crazily thin tunnel, a vicious kingfisher, like a glaring meteor, rushing in front of the chute itself, then a bearded irzhanka - she saw uphill along the stream , and sip water with paws. From the sides of the dzioba, long-lived earrings dangled in her headlessly.

Viyshovshi around the corner, we rolled on that side, in three hundred yards, white, then I pleated the bell. The old man, relieved, grunted and swished more with an oar.

- Zovsіm trohi lost, - I cheerfully respected, - and no hippos are visible.

I didn’t get to say it, like a stone for fifteen feet in the air, rising with a raptom from the water and looking radiantly at us with glassy eyes, letting the water flow through the eyes, like a small whale.

Luckily, our valiant team didn’t give up the panitsi and didn’t jump out of the line to swim to the shore. The old one whistling, pulling in the wind and sharply strumming the oar. Chauvin yelled at the kill and snarled, spinning the water. We marveled at the hippopotamus, the hippopotamus marveled at us. Vin obviously zdivuvavsya more, lower mi. The inflated horn-gray muzzle lay on the surface of the river, like a head on a spiritistic seance, like a head on the body. Majestic eyes wove us out of childish innocence. Vukha sifalis here and there, why zvіr waving us. Deeply sighed, he approached us on a sprat of feet with the same naive viraz on his muzzle. Raptom Augustine shouted so that everyone jumped and the ice did not throw over the chauvin. We angrily shushed him, and the beast continued to marvel at us all with such innocence.

- You don't fight, - Augustine said in a voice, - you're a female.

Vіn vyhopiv from the hands of the old oar and swaying his slap on the water, breezing on the hippopotamus. Zvir wide open the pasture. Such teeth were bared! Who would not be bachiv, just not believing bi. Unsuccessfully, without any visible zusil, the majestic head went under the water. For a few seconds nothing could be seen, but we did not doubt that the potency was spreading water here under us. Then my head roared again - for the first time, for God's sake, twenty yards beyond the current. Hypopotamus again let out two strings of water, waving his arms invitingly and vtіk, so that in a second more far away will appear from us. The old one muttered and swung the oar into Augustine.

- Augustine, what kind of irrationality is that? - Having energized, I speak loudly and sharply.

- Ser, this ass is not a male ... this is a female, - Augustine explained, scolding my mistrust.

- Do you know the stars? - Vibaglivo zapituvav I.

- Maso, I know all the local popes. Tse female. Yakbi tse bov male іpopo, vin bi zzher us. But the female, she’s not so evil, like a gentleman.

- Long live the weak to become, - I said to Bobov.

Tim is old for an hour, having become cowardly zatsіpenіnnya, letting the choven with an arrow through the river, and vіn vrіzavsya in pebbles. We took care of the arrangements, asked the old man to buckle us and straightened us to the light of a python.

The stitch went through the old city, where majestic rotting piles of fallen trees lay. Between them, cassava was grown in the middle of the summer, then the earth was flooded under a pair, and at once the whole clearing with a buccal cover was covered with thorny chagars and birches. Such zanedbani razchishchennya zavzhdno spovneni be-like living creatures. Breaking through the thick thickets of the bushes, they flew around the faceless birds. Nearby, with gray-black chicks on a green background, small flycatchers were widening, which had already become attached to the temrya, stubbed stumps entwined with birch stumps, horses, like birds, completely similar to our English robins. In front of the earth, a raven’s line rose up and importantly flew away, guarding everyone with a hoarse cry. In the thick of prickly chagar with rossip erysipelas, over yakim jizhchali great blakitnі bdzholi, us zustriv cascade of lower rolls of drіzd. The actual hour of the stitch rang out among the damp and suffocating chagars, ale vanished with a raptom, and we appeared on a golden meadow with a haze of three haze.

Garni looks like bows, but it’s not pleasant to walk. The grass was thick and thorny, and grew out of clumps, yakі, mov pasta, chatted on a disrespectful wayfarer. There, where the light of the sun fell on the gray stone, millions of patches of mica shone and blinded the eyes. The flaming fires burned our necks and, breaking through the gleaming surface of the stone, doused them with heat, like a baked rough. Drenched in sweat, we wandered through these expanses pierced by the sun.

— I believe, the damned reptile had a mind to hide in a hole in such a place, de є even a trio of darkness, — I said to Bobov. - You can grease an egg on these stones.

Augustine - vin badioro blunt in front, and his red sarong all darkened in sweat - turning to me, cover it with a rebuke and smile.

- Spekotno, masa? - sleeping soundly.

“Yeah, it’s too hot,” I said. - How far to go?

- Hi, sir, - saying vin, pointing ahead. - He is there ... Masa did not remember the people, how did I deprive the guard?

I'm quilting for yoga with a pointy finger And having swayed the countryside, for this ancient cataclysm, it gave rise to boules of days and winters, it stretched a long way, and a low ridge appeared, which overturned the savannah. On the makivtsi of the ridge, under the exchange of the sun, two myslivts sat patiently. Having commemorated us, the stinks stood up and waved their dirty scribbles vitally.

- Vin there, at the hole? shouted Augustine anxiously.

- There, there, - dolinuv vіdpovіd.

If we went to the ridge, I understand why the python virishiv take up defense here. On top of the skel, the boulder was lined with immaculately made old stoves, polished by water and wind, and shards of stink went uphill slightly, the inhabitants could not be afraid that they would be flooded for an hour with woods. The neck of the skin pit was about eight feet of frill and three frills. For a snake, it’s enough, even if it’s a small one for more and more creatures. The shrewd minds burned down all the grass around, trying to kill the reptile. The snake did not turn its back on Dimzhodno, then we now stooped up to the ankles in golden and soft stuff.

Me and John lay down on their lives and at once went into the oven to look around the python and make a plan. For three-chotiri feet, the cave sounded at the entrance, only one person could squeeze through. After the bright sun, it was especially dark here, and they didn’t shake anything. The presence of the serpent saw only more thick, evil hiss, which sounded like a whistle, if we were collapsing. Then we were given light, and we sent an electric promin to the high wind.

In front of us, beyond the height of our view, the tunnel ended, and there, near the ditch, curled up in curls, lay a python, gleaming, richly varnished. Naskіlki we could judge, vin buv close to fifteen feet zavdovka and arches. Not without reason did Gargantua win yoga with his strong leg. Python boo is clearly not in the mood. Why do we live on the new light, the voice is louder and longer than the veins of thorns. Nareshti shipinnya crossed the terrible heather. We climbed out of the tunnel and crossed over. Through the ashes, which stuck to our sleeping bodies, we became so black, like thoughts.

- You just need to throw a noose around your neck, then pull the straps,

Bob said.

- That's right, but in that rіch - how to throw a noose? I don’t want to be stuck in this hole, as if I’m thinking of misfortune. It’s so tight there that you won’t get angry, and no one can help, as if on the right, you’ll go to the duel.