Tales of an entomologist. About adventures and travel

this is yes, entomologists without mountaineering-in any way...

The woman is a "grandmother" by age, next to me in the photo.60 years old-she went up to Elbrus.Many years ago tamzhe (Adylsu gorge) I saw Messner.Messner was the first to conquer all eight-thousand meters.He didn't have Elbrus in his climbing collection-he arrived.Our Russian hospitality(everyone wanted to treat him to a glass) and after the hospitality he couldn't get up then.

He didn't climb Belukha either. There was no weather. Very careful man and therefore alive

Enthusiastically reading the page about the search for a fat man, I came up with this. I do not know any erect-winged birds, but I have seen many healthy grasshoppers in Mongolia, such as fat ones. They are very funny, such cute creatures. I remember our botanist Sergey Dyachenko suggested naming some new beer variety "Tolstun"

tolstunov did not catch, and therefore alive....

2Yakovlev: They were probably representatives of related genera-Zichya, Deracantha-from the same family Bradyporidae.

He didn't climb Belukha either. There was no weather. A very careful man that's why he's alive

According to his report on a solo ascent of Mount Everest-not very careful, but quite successful.

Neal, or maybe he's been careful since that incident...

Neal, or maybe he's been careful since that incident...

Maybe
Risky passenger.

The latest message from Nilson-risky passenger-is a theme for the New Year holidays.Photos from Nizhny Novgorod-the guys just posted-they will also understand.
It was like this.July 1991-the road- "the road".Pamir east, south of Karakul lake
"road ""dirt" from the highway goes to the central Pamir.There is a pass in the middle-the road on the pass is very narrow,one car only barely goes in one direction,two cars will not separate in any way-there is a wall on one side,and an abyss on the other.Zilki then went occasionally-there flour-from there wool.The road on this pass is long and winding, narrow-you can't see anything ahead because of the ledges.The rule was that cars go there before lunch and then back again after lunch.The drivers didn't have cell phones or walkie-talkies to warn them.If two cars met on the pass, that's all,there's no turning back
.There were such cases in the USSR, when there was kerosene for helicopters-they called a helicopter from Rushan-they clung to it and threw the car into the abyss.
I waited a week for a ride there-first with border guards at the checkpoint near Karakul Lake, then in the vicinity of Baltia shawii, catching Cjlias eogene.I caught a car going there, not to Murghab.Finally, good luck, hooray.Kirghiz, drove briskly-drove-stopped at the camp to the Kirghiz, ayran and Kaymak sipped, moved the river and went ahead.The driver takes a long, narrow bag of green powder out of his jacket pocket, pours it into his palm, and puts it all in his mouth.I looked-nefiha to itself-the drug addict behind the wheel.He sings songs in Kyrgyz,his eyes are perky,and he holds on to the steering wheel with one hand.I took out another bag and popped it,and in about twenty minutes more.I didn't bother at first,but we drove up to the pass and stood there for a while,and he was sweating a little himself,looking at the narrow path that led around the bend over the precipice.He
paled,got behind the wheel, and let's go.I've seen a lot of scary roads in the Pamirs,but this is the first time.There is a zilok on a very winding path(road), to the left of the mirror 30 cm to the cliff, to the right 30 cm from the wheel to the cliff.Drove a Kyrgyz - gray face from exertion(or maybe from green powder from a bag?).I'm sitting in the cab to his right, just above the precipice.The feeling if you look into the abyss on the right-as if you are flying on a vodukh.I look to the right into the abyss,out of the corner of my left eye I see-the driver still chewed from the bag,after about three minutes he chewed again.I was afraid.
drug addict.We arrived,overcame the pass,and stopped.We sat,smoked, and drove on. Only later, after this incident, I noticed that many people in Asia go with such bags-I asked them-what is in the bag?Nosvay-answered.Smoking substitute in Asia.

WE are the so-called National shots at the Institute, they spat on all the floors in the first year of study. then they became civilized and began to eat vodka and smoke it, because all the white people are its composition: grass, chicken droppings, quicklime...

The composition includes the so-called Turkish tobacco. We have it all Ptushniki chew.

At my construction sites, when Uzbeks come to work in the season, they bring with them this nonsense in eggplants 1.5 liters. Cheap by the way. Eggplant about 300 rubles. Use instead of smoking. Cheaper than cigarettes. I tried it myself, at first a slight euphoria, after 2-3 times of application there are no sensations. In short, some kind of garbage, in any case, it did not affect me in any way. Maybe for us Russians we need something more serious.

In Asia, before white tourists, in perestroika times,they liked to dig up local cops and petty bosses in terms of getting money from you.At every turn. Like catching butterflies-pay,go somewhere-pay, etc.I'm sitting on a pass in Kyrgyzstan alone-I'm tired-I've been chasing on the road for a whole day-I can see it from far away-the UAZ is driving-with pieces of paper stuck on the windshield-the local authorities mean.I took out a bottle of vodka and like I'm sitting here drinking.Approaching=hello-sdraste-documents shown.Including a very important crust at that time-the Academy of Sciences of the USSR.After this crust-they immediately have a bummer in their eyes-you will not profit.They look at my bottle of cob and say, what are you doing here-I said-I drink vodka-they are completely sad-there is nothing to get to the bottom of and left.
These people on the UAZ are known to one entomologist, who organized all this with the nature protection in those years.That UAZ truck went to famous places for one year and confiscated fees from entomologists from Sarydzhaz to Aram Kungey.We sold all the fees later to the Belgian.Who organized it and to whom they drove up, they will read it and remember it.I won't mention the organizer's last name here?Or maybe voice it out?And what should I call it after that?Kando..?Can I post my last name?So that no one gets burned.On T lastname

The time was very bad then. I suggest you don't reopen old wounds. Someone chased and caught butterfly catchers (their surnames are in D, T, L), someone outbid other people's catchers in the field, someone covered himself with linden from the NA or various institutions to mow down parnassus. I don't point my finger at anyone...
It was a bad time.

This post was edited by Yakovlev - 12/28/2009 23: 25

Roman, or maybe we should put this name on public display so that people know?This comrade gave a shit to the people of St. Petersburg on the Ala-Bel pass.Confiscated all fees.All Parnassius simonius and even a ridiculous fine in rubles was written out.Then I sold it to an Englishman alone,and the Englishman was sitting in a UAZ truck.How?It is useful for young people to know who is who.Publish it?

Parnassius boedromius holbecki was there.The man that robbed and spoiled the mood of people then for a year, earned brazenly at the expense of others.In the lists of forum participants, his last name is not included.What is the opinion of the forum participants in relation to such people-to such actions?Hiding behind the crusts of nature protection-go-select-sell yourself?

Of course! Maybe the asshole will hiccup again.

But don't forget the entomological domino principle: assholes don't hiccup alone. After all, five of us are currently on the forum, and all of us are in this topic. And silence. Someone does not know and is waiting for someone to be named (and there are not many options, to put it mildly). Someone knows, and is waiting for someone to call. And whether it will tell you. And, of course, just in case – if he calls, who will? Shifting from one foot to the other, counting chains, scratching turnips...

Opanki! While I was writing four lines, there are only three of us left. And, judging by the personal composition, you can rest, there will be no news today.

Opanki! While I was writing four lines, there are only three of us left.

Yes, yes, I remember A. Christie wrote about it

We are playing "Field of Miracles". This last name has the letter " O " and how much?

Oh, stop it!!! Everyone already understood! Anyone who doesn't understand will ask. Via your personal account. A man from Kyrgyzstan. Then everything is as simple as 5 kopecks.

Starts with "La", ends with "gushka"

Maybe on "gushka", and maybe on "gavka" ...

And I guessed all the letters, but I couldn't read the word

Pickle – to the studio!

Oh, come on... New Year is coming soon. Sergey (Gundorov), did you have a true paper from the Academy of Sciences? Did you send all the collected material to the NA institutions after the expeditions? Back then, everyone was messing with each other's brains - and only those who had more rights on the ground were rougher. If Charltonius flew in the Moscow region, and inopinatus flew in the Volga region, I wonder what some natives of these places would have done in the dashing 90s... If there was a chance. I am convinced that the majority would be friendly to visiting Kyrgyz and Tajik entomologists and would lend them a helping hand everywhere. Isn't that right...??? Especially if there is a clash of interests in bursa.

Oh, come on... New Year is coming soon. Sergey (Gundorov), did you have a true paper from the Academy of Sciences? Did you send all the collected material to the NA institutions after the expeditions? Back then, everyone was messing with each other's brains - and only those who had more rights on the ground were rougher. If Charltonius flew in the Moscow region, and inopinatus flew in the Volga region, I wonder what some natives of these places would have done in the dashing 90s... If there was a chance. I am convinced that the majority would be friendly to visiting Kyrgyz and Tajik entomologists and would lend them a helping hand everywhere. Isn't that right...??? Especially if there is a clash of interests in bursa.

Really, stop it! Happy New Year to all!!! Thank you, Roman!

Tin you have logic. I also have a KGB brother - let me take all your collections, you don't have permission for them, do you? Well, then I'll drink them - and where, you should not worry. Will it roll like this?

all the guys, we got burned. hide your collections!

Nda, the logic is medieval-lick the ass who is stronger and even turns out not to him, but to his brother... What happened to those who first ran to swear an oath to the "Tushinsky Thief", I hope is known... So behind them is POWER, and behind us is TRUTH

I'm not kidding. Just a remark from Herr Helmut - a mild overdose. So, if in colors and paints: I sit for six months at work, yepashu in porridge, loot zahomyachivayu. Then I go far to the south, spend the night in a tent, eat all sorts of abominations (stewed meat with pasta, instant mashed potatoes, etc.), spend on all this the same balabas that I mounted during the long winter months - I catch what I wanted... And then comes the good uncle Toropov and his brother from the KGB, and all that I was waiting for six months or a year, plus what I spent a lot of capital on (one trip to Kyrgyzstan is approximately equal to the cost of, say, seven good sofas, a TV set with a diagonal of more than a meter, two new laptops, etc.) - kuyaks - and passed to put it in his pocket. And after that, you also protect him? And I would have spat at Harya and broken my leg. Well, or in reverse order.

Still, you are a strange people - entomologists. As in that proverb - we are being cheated, but we are getting stronger?

I'm not kidding. Just a remark from Herr Helmut - a mild overdose. So, if in colors and paints: I sit for six months at work, yepashu in porridge, loot zahomyachivayu. Then I go far to the south, spend the night in a tent, eat all sorts of abominations (stewed meat with pasta, instant mashed potatoes, etc.), spend on all this the same balabas that I mounted during the long winter months - I catch what I wanted... And then comes the good uncle Toropov and his brother from the KGB, and all that I was waiting for six months or a year, plus what I spent a lot of capital on (one trip to Kyrgyzstan is approximately equal to the cost of, say, seven good sofas, a TV set with a diagonal of more than a meter, two new laptops, etc.) - kuyaks - and passed to put it in his pocket. And after that, you also protect him? And I would have spat at Harya and broken my leg. Well, or in reverse order.

Still, you are a strange people - entomologists. As in that proverb - we are being cheated, but we are getting stronger?

Would you break it? or would you have been broken? For the beginning of communication, they left us to die in the mountains... Not that's not Goll. action movie... Here you just need to sound out the last name immediately and better and the last name of that Forin. that I was waiting for someone else's catch in the UAZ... I think (I'm sure) that colleagues in his homeland would also pluvalis

I would break it. Experience is available.

What does it have to do with dreams? Two or three untrained, fattened on Kyrgyz grub "bike" against one young, hardened by mountains, with experience in combat operations in Chechnya-who has more chances? They will even unpack their weapons (if they have one - which I strongly doubt). they won't make it in time.

And the search is unauthorized - even if they are stronger than you-so this is generally just fabulously lucky for you . There, during a search, you have a hundred pieces of green paper, a video camera, and a gold foreign cigarette case (two) can "disappear". Only scumbags will go to such idiocy - GBIST, I think, is not a fool. You just need to show that the net is a training tool, and you will not allow yourself to be searched. And if they start searching-then go ahead, to the police station. And straight to the embassy. And inflate the conflict as much as possible. They would have brought everything themselves, and apologized for a long time and crawled at their feet. There was such a thing, passed. This lawlessness is called the most despised of all types of human behavior.

Guys, thank you for telling me about this person, at one time there was an idea to contact him with a request and for help, but now it won't even occur to me. Let's share such information more often, I think there is nothing shameful here, it's worse if everything turns out in the process, so to speak, on the spot. Although I agree with Roman Yakovlev, the time was bad , but I think that you yourself Roman always kept a human face!

Guys, thank you for telling me about this person, at one time there was an idea to contact him with a request and for help, but now it won't even occur to me. Let's share such information more often, I think there is nothing shameful here, it's worse if everything turns out in the process, so to speak, on the spot. Although I agree with Roman Yakovlev, the time was bad , but I think that you yourself Roman always kept a human face!

Well, yes, exactly. But only when it's seriously on the verge of a foul..And a story like - "I have butterflies without a mustache arrived", and the answer "Sent with a mustache" is not acceptable... A "Black book" in this forum is really needed. But only reasonable..

Roman, I'll post a lower story about the papers now, so that everyone can read it.

1990-my first expedition to the Pamirs in the border zone.I didn't know how to apply for documents in the border zone then.The three of us went together,with me a guy from the institute,2 years older than me and a male artist-he was fond of butterflies from childhood.We hitchhiked to Sary-Tash from Osh.We lived in a hotel for chauffeurs.Then there was a lot of hitchhiking-we went to Taldyk Lane every day without any problems,spent the night in a hotel.Documents on hand-passports and business trips from the Institute.Ktozh knew then that it was necessary to stamp with business trips to the passport office-to put seals.We fished for a week on Taldyk Lane(Parnassius simonius taldicus then found for the first time there-the original description in Lambillionea-1991).Snow has fallen-it's boring to sit in the hotel.Stomped with the artist for a walk-stones, jewelry both were fond of-track-mound of jasper cobblestones mound-went, stones collected beautiful.When we reached the border crossing point, we were invited to visit the outpost.We had lunch with the border guards and talked.Normal.The next day we hitched a ride-zilki and rushed through the Alai valley, went up to Kyzyl-Art-there is a snowstorm-border guard (the guy is young, he looked at his passports with frozen hands, business trips-put them back-go).We arrived in Murghab.There,in Checekty, they fished on Koitezek Lane.In Jelandy 2 weeks climbed.From Jeland we went to Khorog, 20-30 km from the Khorog checkpoint.The demob came out with a loose gait-he looked at passports,business trips and ran to the booth-to call on the phone.Half an hour later, a car arrived-the colonel-a normal man-loaded us into Khorog.He says then-I'm a little freaked out by you-entomologists-hundreds of kilometers across the border zone without a pass-stooges eagles.He made a request to Saratov for our souls.I sent it to the local passport office,having previously called.We went there to a Tajik passport officer with a chocolate bar and put the seals.I rushed to Sarez, the artist for Colias marcopolo to Koitezek.Yurka in the botanical garden in Khorog with Lind (80 species of dragonflies described) went upstairs-P. charltonius.