Biya - the mother, unlike the frenzied Katun, with a roar rushing from the mountains and sweeping everything in its path, originates in the "pearl" of the Mountainous Altai - Teletskoye Lake, therefore in its current is the same unhurried and even somewhat phlegmatic, A sensible woman is a northerner. Nevertheless, in its upper reaches, this calm, in general, river is happy with rapids - it is full of whirlpools and rushes (shivers), of which the largest is "Circled" (2nd category of complexity) and the last one, which is 2 km from the village Turochak, threshold "Boiling water" (1st category of complexity).
Despite the fact that Katun ("Kadyn") in translation from ancient Turkic means "woman", in my opinion, there is very little female origin in this river. She, unlike Biya, nevertheless, personifies the rough sexual Energy - from morning till night, she hammers on the stones with the insistence of a sexual maniac, producing the thresholds of unprecedented power and the roar of a never-ceasing construction site. Have you ever tried to sleep in a tent near Katun? Try it, get an unforgettable impression! It will be just great luck, if you can close your eyes in this inhuman roar for at least an hour!
In the area of Biysk, this fast-moving, sexually anxious young man-kjigit named Katun nevertheless catches in horror the fleeing very calm and very positive girl Biya, terrified of him, without the permission of her permission, while giving birth to the girl even more Brutal kind and behavior - the Ob, on which, as once, was born and grew up your humble servant - the author of these "imperishable" lines. Such is the ancient Altai legend in the new, as it is fashionable to say now, actual reading of "a la Roman Viktyuk!"
The main "cheese - boron" with the deputy political officer Vitaly always happened because of the parking lot. Every time the night was up, there was a rowdy debate about where the group was best placed. In an active dispute with the major, yesterday's schoolchildren were involved, turning a "principled" discussion into an ordinary bazaar. In the end, I got fed up with all this cursing, and I showed "unprecedented" hitherto "voluntarism" - personally determined the parking place.
In one of such "discussion" days, the night found our group in the village of Ust-Pyzh, in which an event happened, which gave a lot of mysticism.
Having dragged the rafts full of food stuffed with food to the boat pier of Ust - Pyzhy, Yura Korchak and I stayed on guarding tourist property (mainly from local residents), settling directly on the banks of Biya, and the group was sent to rest - after all, for us it is - Work, and for them - paid summer vacation. To somehow resist the sleep, Yura and I boiled the pot of hot water and threw a pack of Ceylon tea. Of course, we obviously overdid it, and although the "chifir" case obviously did not come up, the "merchant" turned out to be very notable (aut.- very strong tea in prison, but not "chifir"). With pleasure sipping tea and seizing his pleasant bitterness with condensed cream, suddenly we dropped the cups with tea from our hands and froze with horror - right along the river bed, about 20-30 meters above us, a huge translucent sphere in the form of a bird's wing or a boomerang , Surprisingly similar to the one we saw with Morozov in far Karaganda. Korczak even cried out in surprise and surprise when he saw such an impressive sight. After about 15 minutes, the sphere reappeared, but it flew much slower, so this time I managed to see it quite well.
This was clearly not a material object, in any case, in the sense in which it is customary to understand it. "Boomerang", apparently, had the consistency of some kind of ultralight gas, still unknown to science. In this translucent sphere, through which it was easy to see the river, the trees and the village houses standing on the other side, there was nothing that would indicate at least some signs of life - unless one could assume that the spheroid itself was alive.
We were silent for a long time, shocked by what we saw. "What was that, Yura?" I finally said. "Damn, it was definitely a devil!" Whispered Korczak and, superstitiously, three times, made the sign of the cross.
The next morning zampolit, as always, ran out to his traditional morning run. He ran up to us with Korczak, greeted him with obvious mockery, and was about to run further, when Korczak suddenly blurted out: "Vitaly, and yesterday we saw the devil - there!" And he pointed to the river. Zampolit looked at us with surprise at our "narzan-worn" faces with huge circles under the eyes from the night vigil, scooped up a mug of thick, rich tea from the pot, sipped it, spat at once, poisonously remarking at the same time: "However! Yes, with such a "chifir" is still not a pride! "And here an event occurred, a harbinger of which, apparently, was the appearance of the night" boomerang ".
Student Tanya, waking up in the morning and razmolev from nightly sexual pleasures with a political deputy, decided to cool off a bit, bathing in the morning cool of Biya. But how - only the girl went knee-deep into the water, suddenly she uttered a cry and, like knocked down, fell into a swoon right into the river, the good it was in shallow water. Vitali ran quickly nimbly, picking her up in his arms. From the right leg of Tanya, the bloody red blood flowed from the right side of the throat - she jumped all the way to the jagged bottleneck. We put the girl on an old camel blanket and, taking the four
