The story of the bath Bashny.Net

So night -10-12 degrees obyve cottage on the river, the people round about anyone, of course in the winter dacha boarded up, but we did not and it's what, like to sleep in the bath.
 Well melted began paritsya.Terpeli to stop and when the eyes have jumped, stepped on someone. All Rushed into the street slipping and pushing each other.
 Started out on the street, filled up the fence that stood at the edge of a cliff and rolled vniz.Obryv 3 meters, there is no way to get into too much to think krutoy.Vremeni nebylo, ran round.
 By that time, particularly after dark. Somehow seventh sense after 500 meters (or 300 ...) have seen something like a ravine.
 I recall snow was knee-deep in a ravine far bolshe.V general zabralis.Dalshe incredible efforts were steeper. All the houses to the river, of course surrounded by a fence.
 After one climbed through the second force has not bylo.Vybralis touch the street.
 In general, it was cold but not deadly, it was the most vulnerable spot - the eggs and what they krepyatsya.Ya personally made for them a house of two palms and thus way spas.Kollegi had problems.

Well, in general, found his hut. Banku.No And that's bad luck, the door did not open baths.
 They took a large piece of wood and a 5-minute turns pounding on the door until they knocked loop. It turns out it backed wooden shovel, clearly standing under the lip of the door handle.
 Touched a shovel when the bursting of the bath ...