Tales of an entomologist. About adventures and travel

"Damn it! - In my life, I have only once read a Soviet children's book with stories about the labor victories of Altai pioneers and Komsomol members!... - There is such a raging raspberry.... - And here almost every letter contains so much mysticism and horror about communicating with the indigenous inhabitants of such a unique natural corner!
- I can imagine the reaction of our moderator if he were an Altaian!

Roman correctly said-do not generalize.There are very nice altaiki, and the region is amazing and beautiful.
But the plant keeps specially bred hellhounds.Zlyuka wouldn't even let me walk past the factory on the road.
Of course, you can understand it, too-the job is tight,so it keeps a good watch.

Altaians are a genre,definitely!All conversations with them can be recorded, and feel free to go to the stage.That Evdokimov at one time and used.
No matter how much Entalex and I said in Altai that we were from Tula,the reaction was the same-And, Tuva, we know! No, we say, we are practically from near Moscow.Oh, my God, my dears,why the hell are you here? We say, see your nature!And they tell us-What kind of nature is there?!Just rocks.Here you have it... white birches!..

Talking about nature is always the same.
In Kazakhstan.
We're sitting in the desert. Awesome Everything flies. Locals arrive. They say.
Why are you hanging around here? Here on Markakol-nature. The taiga.

An important point about the late Evdokimov, who, in principle, was our governor and not the worst.
He used stories not about Altaians, but about Russians in his numbers.
In general, when Brezhnev came to Barnaul, he addressed the public-Dear Altaians. This is fundamentally wrong.
Very few Altaians live in the Altai Territory, only in the south-east there are small communities of one of the Altai tribes - the Kumandins.
Altaisians are divided into several groups that differ in small language features and customs-Kumandins, Lebedins, Telengits, etc. They live mainly in the territory of the Altai Republic and a little in the adjacent territories of the East Kazakhstan region.
Among this very hospitable people, by the way, there are a lot of intelligent kltq-doctors, teachers, cultural workers.
Bastards, drunks, psychopaths - a common phenomenon in Russia for any ethnic group. Of course, indigenous peoples are characterized by a lack of alcohol dehydrogenase, and this leaves a certain imprint...

It's a pity,but you can still approach him, maybe still get caught?I don't think there are two of them for the whole city

I walked by many times and looked carefully. There was no one. Only one day is important, sometimes an hour, when beetles are interested in a single log. If the log is still dry, in a week it may have completely different types)

- The topic seems to smoothly turn into the topic "tales of psychiatrists"...
- By the way, "Bikes" are also "Cars"and" Motorcycles " ...

I usually try not to get too hot, but the day before yesterday there was a separate case.
Here is a small illustrative story. Misunderstanding creates complexes. And there's no way I can handle them yet

Oh, how familiar all this is to me! Sometimes, you will see in the city on the trunk of a tree (option - on the wall of the house, on the ground, asphalt, etc.) an interesting beetle, but you are immediately embarrassed to approach because of passers-by, you are waiting for the right moment, well, just like Stirlitz what ! But with age, these complexes began to pass. Now I calmly approach (I run up, bend down) and I grab the desired object. After all, what are we doing? Do we drink vodka in the city square, hooliganism on the streets? We pee in front of everyone (what, no matter what, do gentlemen drivers do in broad daylight along all Russian highways)? Yes, we have nothing to be shy about! And an interesting (especially rare) beetle to miss because of tolerance for other people's ignorance-a sin!

Oh, how familiar all this is to me! Sometimes, you will see in the city on the trunk of a tree (option - on the wall of the house, on the ground, asphalt, etc.) an interesting beetle, but you are immediately embarrassed to approach because of passers-by, you are waiting for the right moment, well, just like Stirlitz what ! But with age, these complexes began to pass. Now I calmly approach (I run up, bend down) and I grab the desired object. After all, what are we doing? Do we drink vodka in the city square, hooliganism on the streets? We pee in front of everyone (what, no matter what, do gentlemen drivers do in broad daylight along all Russian highways)? Yes, we have nothing to be shy about! And an interesting (especially rare) beetle to miss because of tolerance for other people's ignorance-a sin!

And I still can't overcome this shyness
I'm just waiting for a good moment when there won't be any people around...

- Tk this is "normal"! - And to attract the attention of ordinary people by doing something different from their behavior is already "shameful". - And it is difficult, because you need to "explain"; besides, when you live in a small town, where you involuntarily have to enter into everyday relationships with the same people, their reactions and relationships sometimes leave much to be desired.

Well, as for small towns, it's the other way around. I myself constantly (from birth, with minor interruptions) live in such a small regional center (30 thousand population). So, many people over the decades have already managed to get to know me, and my occupation does not shock them: they know that there is such a fellow countryman-an oddball, even in the newspaper they wrote about him... On the contrary, many seek to bring some curiosity, to please a fellow countryman. But in Yaroslavl, where I've been working lately and "sleeping rough" between weekends, it's already a different picture: there's a man taking a "cockroach" off the wall, looking intently at something on a tree trunk, and so on. they look with undisguised incomprehension. But most often they don't dare to approach me, because I now do it confidently, absolutely openly, as a matter of course.

Bastards, alcoholics, psychopaths - a common phenomenon for any ethnic group.

I would correct that ^^

I don't really agree, Stas. Taking into account the level of criminal crime and alcohol overdose deaths in different territories. The prevalence of socially significant borderline psychopathology in our country and in the United States is immeasurably higher than in Sweden or Norway.

Only when I arrived in the village of Jazator, in the extreme south of the Altai Republic, did one of my new comrades, Kazakh Esen, answer our question "What animals do you have here?"
- There are all animals here, except the giraffe and the polar bear.
A day later, we talked with a more experienced, mature and undoubtedly omniscient person, Vladimir Pavlovich Kavriga. To a similar question ,he (not being a witness to the first conversation) answered in a conspiratorial tone:
"I'll tell you guys a secret - there's even a polar bear here.
Knowing about this, Kavriga, of course, did not give it away to everyone.
Who the polar bear is remains a mystery to us.
There is also an additional story that is indirectly or directly related to the topic "National taxonomy". Understand, dear friends, the sophistication of this case.
Being with Elena Guskova on a trip to the south of the Amur region, we, thanks to the chayanyam of our friend, a wonderful person, head of the Department of Zoology of the BSPU Streltsov A. N., settled in the same base, where besides us there was only a caretaker.
Initial conditions:
1. Fuck the cheeky chipmunks
2. In the photo, all the whites are black.
Once I approached the watchman and asked rhetorically:
"You've got a lot of chipmunks here today."
"Yes," he says, " we have a lot of chipmunks now. We also have squirrels: black, red ordinary and gray with stripes on the back.
Redheads, I think, are ground squirrels. Black squirrels actually. Gray striped-chipmunks. But what about the chipmunk?

No fucking way, you guys are getting carried away!
From black Canadians, to marginal badgers!
You will stop it!!!!
Set aside!!!!

This post was edited by Papis - 06/16/2009 21: 43

An important point about the late Evdokimov, who, in principle, was our governor and not the worst.
He used stories not about Altaians, but about Russians in his numbers.
In general, when Brezhnev came to Barnaul, he addressed the public-Dear Altaians. This is fundamentally wrong.
Very few Altaians live in the Altai Territory, only in the south-east there are small communities of one of the Altai tribes - the Kumandins.
Altaisians are divided into several groups that differ in small language features and customs-Kumandins, Lebedins, Telengits, etc. They live mainly in the territory of the Altai Republic and a little in the adjacent territories of the East Kazakhstan region.
Among this very hospitable people, by the way, there are a lot of intelligent kltq-doctors, teachers, cultural workers.
Bastards, drunks, psychopaths - a common phenomenon in Russia for any ethnic group. Of course, indigenous peoples are characterized by a lack of alcohol dehydrogenase, and this leaves a certain imprint...

The post about nationalities is very informative.But I,like Brezhnev, of course, also generalized the Altaians-meaning all local residents.A Russian in the Altai and he is also in Ts.Russia is like Tunguska and Zulu.Just as much in common.Here and in the middle zone in the villages, it happens that they say that either you will not understand everything, or you will laugh...

"I'm standing on my hands and knees at the bus stop on the main village street in Bykogorka the day before yesterday, and I'm already trying to take a picture of a death's head in low light..." As in an Indian film, people of all Greek nationality began to gather. They discuss at a distance, but loudly in Turkish. - The most unpleasant thing is that I hear and understand everything.... - In short, I get up, and in pure New Greek (they also know it, since everyone goes to Greece as to a dacha) I very clearly but with swearing (there are no obscenities in New Greek) I release a rude and loud tirade....
"The people were blown away.

then Andreas
And so perhaps always and with everything until pi......it won't do any good

"Conversations about the life of insects" reminded me of a completely different story... I went to a second-hand bookstore and looked at the shelves. There the books are arranged thematically. I'm looking for biology, among other things. I see: there is a Brem, the life of animals, and something else equally "necessary"... And then: Pelevin, The life of insects! In general, I rolled on the floor for a long time.

- And in stores (I already understood) it is better not to ask anything at all, calling the terrible word "Entomology", and not to hope to find the literature of interest in the" suitable " department for it.

One of the best forum pages.I would like to publish some of the stories as a
collection or supplement to an entomological journal.My magazine
failed in 1998.Think about who to propose to.

The post about nationalities is very informative.But I,like Brezhnev, of course, also generalized the Altaians-meaning all local residents.A Russian in the Altai and he is also in Ts.Russia is like Tunguska and Zulu.Just as much in common.Here and in the middle zone in the villages, it happens that they say that either you will not understand everything, or you will laugh...

To be honest, having traveled a significant part of Gorny Altai this year, I have never experienced any difficulties with understanding the local dialect. On the contrary, I was even surprised at how people speak correctly and cleanly.

Roman correctly said-do not generalize.There are very nice altaiki, and the region is amazing and beautiful.
But the plant keeps specially bred hellhounds.Zlyuka wouldn't even let me walk past the factory on the road.
Of course, you can understand it, too-the job is tight,so it keeps a good watch.

And I quite calmly communicated with her :- ) And she didn't even try to fix any obstacles for us when we drove past the garbage dump to the other side by car. On the contrary, she willingly told us who was at the mine this year, where she stood and where she ran to catch butterflies :- ) Added that they ran very fast: -))))) In general, no problems.

Continuation of the trip to the Pamirs on a donkey:
Zakimaril, and the donkey with a backpack on a rope ran away.I heard rustling in the distance-a backpack
on the rocks rubs.I flew out of the tent,and he was already a kilometer away.At an altitude of 4000 c
, it is a separate sport to chase him when you are tired and tired.I was then engaged
in athletics and mountaineering.However, the donkey has a breathing tube be healthy.
Caught up-from the backpack and its contents minced meat remained.My soups in pockets,
cereals, crackers-in stones for three km in the form of dust.I beat a little donkey
with my climbing boots when jumping off my feet.Only a month later I realized that
it was not very sensitive for him.I was returning to Osh on a passing zilka.Below
the lane.Taldyk the donkey was running across the road.An oncoming ZIL hit him in the face with the rear wheel
at a speed of 80 km.He shook his head and ran on as if nothing had happened.
I then went offline for 1.5 months.There are 2 times less products left.
A week later, the primus broke down.I ate very modestly.In cold water
, you soak soups in pockets and cereals.The menu is super.I
lost 15 kg in 1.5 months.I also thought of quitting smoking.By a strong-willed decision, I threw out all my cigarettes.
I left two packs and walked on.Enough for two days.Then 10 days were
withdrawal symptoms-I smoked tea.High-already my ears are burning.I haven't smoked in twenty days,that's all.It's not hunting anymore.
And I went out to the glacier, where climbers occasionally go.I go-ice, snow, rocks, the sun
is hot.From afar, I see a familiar object sticking out from under the snow.Pack of belomor.
Shoveled snow-16 packs.The same smoking quitter once passed.I had
to start smoking again.

Sergey Gundorov

I beat a little donkey
with my climbing boots when jumping off my feet.Only a month later I realized that
it was not very sensitive for him.I was returning to Osh on a passing zilka.Below
the lane.Taldyk the donkey was running across the road.An oncoming ZIL hit him in the face with the rear wheel
at a speed of 80 km.He shook his head and ran on as if nothing had happened.

That's for sure. Donkeys are selected for masochism. We are walking through the mountains in Uzbekistan. We hear the donkey screaming. Well, shouts and shouts, you never know what. After some time, it turned out that it was an aboriginal who was chasing us on a donkey (just to talk, ask for a cigarette, etc.). The chase looked like this - a donkey, on a donkey several bags of kilograms of software...dean and the native himself. The native has a heavy stick in his hand and he hits the donkey with all the dope (on the head-it's already cracking!), it seems to drive, the donkey screams wildly, but does not accelerate! Here is an excerpt.

And what was the donkey like? In Central Asia, there are two forms of them: in Turkmenistan - high-legged, even tall Turkmens do not scratch the ground with their heels. And in Kyrgyzstan-small and pot-bellied, on it the same pot-bellied babai and ichigami draws in the dust...

Yes, that's really lucky-to find cigarettes!!!

And I quite calmly communicated with her :- ) And she didn't even try to fix any obstacles for us when we drove past the garbage dump to the other side by car. On the contrary, she willingly told us who was at the mine this year, where she stood and where she ran to catch butterflies :- ) Added that they ran very fast: -))))) In general, no problems.

Well, not with her, then.Younger girls were willing to make contact, as well as metal detectors.But the old hen flew out with her own barking as soon as she heard the dog.
Mish,you still need to give us a report on Altai.

We went to Klyazma the other day.
The company was motley.
Grisha went to catch pereponov, Anton went to fish, and I went to check those places for Apollons.
We set up a camp, put up a tent, and assembled a canoe. The first Apollo flew directly to the camp to pay its respects.
Then they all dispersed. Grisha went off to comb the bluehead thickets. His eardrums were too greasy. I even caught one scolia. Anton goes fishing. Except for the bleakness, he doesn't get anything. I wander around with a net.
Suddenly there is a terrible crash, followed by Anton's heart-rending screams: "Seryoga!!! Get over here!!!"
I run ashore. Anton kicks his hoof. It turned out that poachers were silencing fish upstream, Klyazma is a fast and not very wide river in that place. The fish swims past us, belly up. And there will be more bleakness. Anton jumped into the water, and I told him from above where to swim. That's how we went fishing.
In the evening, we lit a bonfire, cooked dinner, baked trophy fish on the coals, and indulged in memories under vodka. Anton does not let up: "I swim up, and there is a bream for seven hundred grams, I have it once! I put my mouth on my finger, swim on, and there is a roach about three hundred grams, I once - on the other finger.
"That's how we caught twenty-one fish," Grisha sums up.

This story reminded me of a fisherman.Who came up to me and said hello entomologist.Surprisingly, we talked about beetles for about 20 minutes.It turns out that the fish in those places (on the river) spawned,went fishing on a boat.This fisherman was fishing with a fishing rod.he says to me:
- And this is me under the fool koshu,I have 200 meters of nets in this place.
As a result, he offered me a bottle of beer to bang, and I immediately said goodbye to the poacher without hesitation...

This post was edited by Liparus-04.07.2009 14: 44

- Gundorov-Krassavchik !!! - I respect such maniacs insanely!... - To the point of pain, I suddenly had to remember about similar difficulties overcome in crazy campaigns....

- And now a story in a nutshell about a trip to the sea:
I realized that I could only rest alone or with a friend, but not with the "Lady".
- It is better to go for a month, do not deny yourself anything, do not rape yourself and do not strain yourself. - Or go for an insignificant number of days , but strictly observe the diet, sleep and rest with a minimum of hassle.
- Nevertheless, I was able to do it every day, moving a few breakwaters away from the prikemarivshey carcass, on a wild beach, to engage in beach - sea productive sexual romance, not forgetting to protect myself. - It was just super how exotic, healthy and piquant !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- It's just a huge pity that during the collection of things, I was found with 2 packs of condoms and a bottle of chlorhexidine . - Because of this, I now have a scratched face, back, arms, sides and stomach ... - But the most important thing is that I forgot insects (which I did not forget to collect) in the freezer of the owners as a result of this scandal-slaughter!!!!

Oh, photos of this "prikemarivshey carcass", mistress", "my Woman" in the studio....

But the most important thing is that as a result of this scandal-carnage, I forgot to collect insects (which I did not forget to collect) - in the freezer of the owners!!!!    

I also forgot the whole catch last year...I call, and they tell me that the living ones have escaped, and the dead ones are probably already in the landfill

- Gundorov-Krassavchik !!! - I respect such maniacs insanely!... - To the point of pain, I suddenly had to remember about similar difficulties overcome in crazy campaigns....

- And now a story in a nutshell about a trip to the sea:
I realized that I could only rest alone or with a friend, but not with the "Lady".
- It is better to go for a month, do not deny yourself anything, do not rape yourself and do not strain yourself. - Or go for an insignificant number of days , but strictly observe the diet, sleep and rest with a minimum of hassle.
- Nevertheless, I was able to do it every day, moving a few breakwaters away from the prikemarivshey carcass, on a wild beach, to engage in beach - sea productive sexual romance, not forgetting to protect myself. - It was just super how exotic, healthy and piquant   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- It's just a huge pity that during the collection of things, I was found with 2 packs of condoms and a bottle of chlorhexidine . - Because of this, I now have a scratched face, back, arms, sides and stomach ... - But the most important thing is that I forgot insects (which I did not forget to collect) in the freezer of the owners as a result of this scandal-slaughter!!!!    

Heh, a bike for some Sexnarod, not for our safe haven.
It's none of my business, of course, but since you're advertising your difficult relationship, let me speak out.
To avoid abrasions on the body, you should deal with "women", "mistresses" and other "productive sexual romance"
And if not, then you like to carry "sledges"

women, like female, are different.
but the forum has a cautionary tale about Jacobson's Wife

The season is in full swing, everything is in the field
, however, there is a good story about catching Parnassius Loxias on Sarydzhaz.
Perhaps one of the forum members is now sitting on a rock ledge with a net
and drawing large parnassius with red eyes on white pieces of paper,attaching them to the rock as bait.If someone went for locks
this year, it will be interesting to read the report.
This story was told to me by a Muscovite on Sarez in 1990.
Parnassius charltonius ludmilae is named after his wife.
He came to Sarydzhaz with his wife Lyudmila in some year, before 1990.There are already several
tents standing there.Come on, then, on the eaves, rocks, walls to roam in search
of the innermost and coveted, which in flight does not particularly flap its wings, but
soars along the rocks, walls.I climbed for a few days-the result is zero ekz, but I studied all
the habits of the desired one, noticed the places.And the places are not easy-cornices,
the width of a windowsill, but on the wall, without figushki equipment, you can go down from above,
and even go up from below.But one of the window sills was the most visually promising.From the top of the wall, it's only about eight meters to get down to it.He walked around,
walked around-he sees flying on the windowsill-to eat nectar on
some flowers that are not Red Books, but from Mount Parnassus.
And to go down there 8m without equipment 50-50.The guy is an experienced climber-he sees that
it is too risky.But, a lot of buts, a lot of buts.And what is risk in our
business?I hesitated for two days.And he had a dream at night, which in life happens
to be the same dream, as a warning to him that something terrible might happen.And the dream is connected with scuba diving.Then under the USSR,scuba gear only appeared for the people.He went to Primorye with scuba
diving.He had a Soviet old, good, proven akv-2
oxygen tank, running out of oxygen in time in both cylinders, and it feels like it's running out-so it's time to go home, then bish sushi.Everything is normal-to the shore and to
the compressor-to refuel.Some guy came
to go scuba diving nearby.We met, uncle super-duper has a new scuba gear.The guy
gave it to my friend to test it, but forgot to warn him-when the oxygen in
one cylinder runs out, then you need to turn some kind of screw and connect
the second cylinder.That is, the cylinders are consumed in turn, and not like my friend
at the same time.I forgot to mention a small detail.My friend swam 300 meters
from the shore and went to the depth-a buzz-an underwater world, a blunder.And suddenly on a good
Well,at this distance, oxygen runs out.Spharischen miracle alive
remained and since then on life him as a warning about not good, that history
dream.
He had this dream on Saryjaz.It seems to understand, chegoy something wrong.But in the morning
I ate porridge(oatmeal) and my feet themselves carried to the coveted windowsill.He came, looks,
and the locks are there right now fattening up in front of his eyes.He went on walking,exhausted
at such an ugly behavior of the ugly books to look at.Well, I climbed.Miraculously
, he half-descended, half-fell on the windowsill, and the hunt began.A whole day of grueling labor in the heat.By the evening, the result is 3 perfect ekz and 2 posyavkanyh
(dranenkih).He had a gas mask bag over his shoulder-everything he owned was there-
a flask of water,a couple of sandwiches, and an audio tape case with bags in it.
There are 50 bags,five of them with the carcasses of the dead.
During the day I got tired in the heat-it's late in the evening-it's time to go to camp.Let him climb up a bare wall 8 m-fig, tried ten times-fig.I sat down, frowned, and thought-an emergency.
I gathered myself, with the last of my strength, and climbed up again.Down 200 meters of almost free flight-not a 90-degree wall,but almost.Stone shriveled with clay.He climbs, clinging with his teeth and nails, and suddenly the audio cassette case flies out of the gas bag
, hits a rock, opens, and bags fly (3 with civil
loot, 2 with torn ones, and 30-50 empty pieces in the wind).State of emergency!!! My friend jumps down after
them in the wind, swinging the net.Half-fly, half-slide on the wall-dust,
stones fly.He woke up at the bottom, alive,with a lot of bruises, but no fractures.
Opens the net-caught a lot of poketikov-purbral-a lot of empty and 2 with torn
locks.Three perfect locks were released in packages.

- I'm sitting, so today in a hot mineral bath under the open sky on Goryachaya Mountain - and the Caucasian ground beetles are still running around (in the morning)! - so they run! - And I have nothing with me; - and I feel sorry for them! "so beautiful!
- I've BEEN getting SENTIMENTAL lately....

- I'm sitting, so today in a hot mineral bath under the open sky on Goryachaya Mountain - and the Caucasian ground beetles are still running around (in the morning)! - so they run! - And I have nothing with me; - and I feel sorry for them! "so beautiful!
"I've been getting a little sentimental lately....

Andreas
for some reason the answer on the forum does not go away.I'm puffing up for the fourth time.I sent you an email.
15th-16th in Pyatigorsk will be, I can take with someone-2 places.
But to Dombay or Elbrus?It will be known for sure in 3-5 days.I'm with two
friends,one with his wife.

Well, as for Churkin's flight from the wall on Sary-Jazz, this is purely concrete bullshit. No one catches lox on paper butterflies, and I think they don't catch it at all now - there are no bridges, the Kyrgyz have made such dumping that there is no point in going. Gundorov must have been there 20 years ago. There are only 2 deadly walls there - the " Well "and the bottom of the" Moscow", Churkin did not climb into any of them - a point bench press. Well, losing three perfect locks even in 1990 is deplorable, but not fatal. I have exceeded this figure three or four times. Our poet lies.

Oh, let's go horse-racing...

Exposing slander is, of course, a noble cause... But the flood is still a page, or even a separate topic. And Sergey tells the story that was told to HIM, and the story is a good one! It was very interesting for me, a bug hunter who had never been there before, to read it, as well as other sketches by this author)

Gundorov-thank you!