The story is based on a state of intoxication (trёpe ???) acquaintance who has stayed in the camps for nearly thirty years. Bashny.Net

Sensitively mountains sleep,
Southern Cross climbed into the sky,
We go down into the valleys of the cloud,
Be careful, my friend,
After all, none of us was not here,
In the mysterious land of Madagascar ©

In this forest Trofim settled about six months ago, when the night sometimes encroaching on the foundations, voluntarily left the perimeter of the colony CTI-2719 \ 1. He left not one, but with the same "sign" and desperately poluchelovekom.
It makes no sense to tell how hungry and frostbitten ragged prisoner crawled through the Ural taiga. Pouch breadcrumbs, stuck with him, enough for three days, and then it was bad.

Trofim was going to die, but there was no choice. Maps brought him into this impasse. Play money or even "prostotak" is not the worst thing that can happen. Trofim lost someone else's life. And it would be so bad, if a little on the shit show the lender. Lender pointed to Polozhentsev ... Order from the outside, another redistribution? Yes, most surely ...

His partner on the run, a man of the mind is not far in the area was shnyrёm that is cleaner. Unable to withstand the torture of hunger, he stole from the bedside table to eat. I tried again - loved it. In such cases, beaten to a pulp, and limitless extensions can be in the "woman's angle" please.

Promayavshis couple of days without sleep and rest, Trofim decided. Details are omitted, for it is not interesting, and they are not the essence. One benefit, and the benefit of it? It was the hour when the snakes in the car govnovozke leave the colony, on the taiga storm struck. The wind howled bad voice, and threw in the face of the whole burning drifts of snow.

Under the mighty trunks were a little calmer, but in the meadows and clearings do not yawn. You fall and never get up.
Trofim, curled fetus, sitting in the warm stinking hold of his vehicle and prayed that he was not found when the door swung open at the top, and the body fell on him.

At the turn to the village of lumberjacks, the fugitives one after the other jumped out of his sanctuary and ran rushed into the forest. Driver govnovozki noticed two shadows, but attribute it to bad weather, fatigue and wolves idiots who can not sit in the zoo.

They walked, crawled three or four days. Time has lost its relevance, it was not. Was promorozhёnnaya through the taiga, snow and two desperate, not human body. On the fifth day, when they went Trofim estimates about a hundred kilometers away, God took pity on vagrants.
This cabin would not find a single person in the world if Valera, unwitting partner Trofim not fallen into the home through the dilapidated roof.

The inventory has not brought happiness. Two box of matches, a piece of nylon cord thirty meters, a large knife and all. Yes! More freeloader imposed as a friend. But the parasite, it remedied ...
In such a situation, and the hold of the boy genius, painted in the colors of the Englishman Mayne Reid, be afraid, and peregryz his throat once in three places. But cons, one way or another, needed a break, and Trofim stupidly delayed end. Hopes for happy ending are not cherished, simply lived, obeying the most powerful of all available in the arsenal of human instincts.

According to rough estimates Trophimus, the outcome in due time for hundreds of miles on foot tourist routes to the nearest shelter, accounting and ITC, was neither as no less than a hundred of miles. In this case the cabin was that same magic wand, and Trofim decided to spend the winter here. Food, its taёzhnika veteran interested in the least. Smart and clever people always come up with a way out of any situation. Whichever peak it did not seem initially.

Valera-krysёnok as soon christened neighbor Trofim immediately fell to the planked bunk and buried in a pile of skins, instantly asleep. Let him sleep, protects carbohydrates, its time has not come yet.
Trofim looked around. Most likely cabin naroslo of the many fireplaces, obkladyvayut stones as long as enough high walls were formed. Then someone laid out the economic roof, covered its bark and spruce branches. New circus held.

The internal space is certainly not the dance floor, but you can live. About seven to nine square meters, of which the lion's share is built of stone hearth, but the walls of the two bunks. The height at the time to constantly beat his head against the rotten roof. Well, not the Taj Mahal, but I've had worse. Furnished our free Nara, the man unexpectedly found a piece of old greasy book. No crusts, beginning and end. In total some fifty pages or so.

Hurry up with a knife, about ten minutes Trofim all flushed from work, had his resting small but hot campfire. Arranging similarity nodi, which donated a pair of rotten pieces of column laid on top of each other and each other raspёrtyh small slivers, Trofim warmed himself did not notice how he fell asleep. But before you go to sleep, in the wrong light a fire, he closely examined his find.

Most likely a stub of some popular scientific booklets, maybe even a textbook. At least, the content speaks about this.

... The island of Madagascar is washed by the waters of the Indian Ocean and is located near the eastern coast of South Africa, separated from it by the Mozambique Channel. The highest point is the inactive volcano Maromokotro ...

Further, it was torn off, but Trofim it is not interested. Beaten by recent events, iskhlёstanny snow and frost, he slept the sleep of the righteous. He dreamed of a house on Pioneer, vineyard, mother and eternal sound of the sea.

The question of provisions resolved itself. Waking up, but not yet opened his eyes, Trofim realized that something was wrong. Extraneous lodge breath tickled his cheek. The man to make, but a little late. His partner probably has long been decided for themselves the problem, his fingers like a predatory claws dug into his throat Trofim. Foul breath gnilozubogo mouth slashed nasopharynx. In the latest effort to Trofim he twisted and plunged his knife into the heart of a rat.

Disgustedly shaking off more quivering corpse, Trofim villages. Then he dropped to his knees and so a dog crawled under the open sky. In the courtyard was the night, the snow had stopped and the sky vyzvezdilo on parade. Trofim eagerly snapped grinning mouth nipping snow until he was drunk and did not calm down. That's it, that's no problem - he kept repeating to himself.

Catching his breath, he set to work. Catch need much time and not enough to swear.
More than three hours of it with the help of his trusty knife skinning the carcass Valerik. Harvested meat densely packed into old skins, and with the help of Ebony and mother improvised, posted "canned" into a nearby tree.

Then, exhausted to death, he was lying on his bunk, grilled on a stick fresh meat and read my book.

... The rivers flowing into the Indian Ocean, as a rule, rather short and full of rapids, rich in hydropower resources, are flowing throughout the year ...

Meat enough until the spring, and which of Trofim the consumer with such a lifestyle? He is sleeping, eating, walking. About a hundred meters from winter quarters, and it is clear, he found a small creek and sonorous, freezing, in the most brutal cold.
I tried to put home-made traps and even a couple of times pulled out of the loops hanged himself prying protein.

Most likely from loneliness, despair and anguish, Trofim quietly to himself (naturally) pulled away reason. Head Valerik, frozen and worn on a sharp stake, amused him until the first thaw, then the haunting smell of man forced to throw "Valerik" out of winter quarters. But while it was freezing, Trofim spoke with the head, read her a book, telling jokes, gently obmetaya foot spruce snow from the ice face each other. He felt that Valerik listens attentively to him, blinking and smiling.

Trofim prichёsyval his hair smёrzshiesya spruce twigs, and especially when it was frosty, carefully sheltered old rvanёm found in the dugout. Once again, tidying his friend, it is a bummer I unfortunately frozen in the cold ear. Attempts to attach the hearing aid in place, without success. Then Trofim, marveling at his tricks, two splinter drew a knife, warmed in the palms and ears nailed to the head. Now it was held just fine. After admiring his work, Trofim smiled and patted Valerik cheek and went to bed.

... Malagasy dessert tradition originate from the kitchen native tribes interspersed with French cuisine. Thus, the dessert can be considered any fresh fruit, sprinkled with sugar, from simple to exotic apple fruit of the baobab or endemic "pok-pok» ...

The man was delirious, he dreamed, saw green hills of Madagascar, its blue rivers and sparkling waterfalls splashing. The heat kept for two days, and then retreated. Trofim staggered from weakness came on the air. And the first thing noticed is the smell, nor with the incomparable, eternal and disturbing the nerves of smell of spring.

Trofim again survived, cheated, defeated bony lyarva-death. The air warmed considerably, days became increasingly warmer and warmer, but nights remain, still cold. Well, then, they are the night.
Trofim read his poluknigu and seen as if in reality as he is a free, fun and independent descends the stairs at the port of Antananarivo and the Malagasy chocolate porters vying to offer his services. Someday it will happen, God forbid!

A spring has long entered into their legal rights. Everything melted, all came to life and laugh sun. Remains so protects Trofim meat, yet someone stole. A man suspected wolverine, but drove the thought away as inconvenient and rather unpleasant.
Learn how to fish in the creek, he had plenty of edible, and to his cannibalistic winter philosophically, as a business need.

Once again, going to fish, he was scared. Traces wolverine, because awkward width is difficult to confuse with another track cattle. With this filth eyes open, proprietress to the bone. Just kill, just in case. A few days almost bezvylazno sat in the hut, hoping for a fire but the correct knife. However, the creature somehow lost interest in the man-eater and did not return. Most likely he sensed her - predator.

On this day, he was lying on a warm sun and a hill, face to the wind, looked into the bottomless sky. Sleepy, lucid imagination, light Sandman, languor. In his sleep he heard a dog barking. Judging by the sound, lap dog or a similar trifle shrill. Trofim alert and barking was heard again, but another, more bass.

Dogs! How ?! Trofim got on all fours and quietly as he could, his back became spyachivat the bushes of wild rose. He did not understand that he fell on his back, just do not have time.
Powerful serrated incisors wolverine trap slammed shut on his neck, then jerked, again and again. After a minute or less, the man-eater was lying dead. The female looked at favorably and graciously tyafknula breadwinner, while the male busily filled up production branches and leaves ... let vylezhu, otmyaknet and fed with delicious juices expansion ...

... First visit Madagascar Europeans occurred in 1500, when the ship of the Portuguese Diogo Dias traveler coming to India, deviated from the course and stuck to the island. In light of the importance of geographical position ...
Madaga
© Yevgeniy Staroverov

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