On our arrival we went to the beach at once. Actually all the beaches of the Soviet resorts demand a special narration, and I shall make it one day. Now I shall only tell briefly, that at the Black Sea coast of Caucasus all of them are divided into wild, city and cultural. I can't say that there only not swimming suit fans on a wild beach. Yes, of course there is the certain per cent of such public and this per cent sometimes reaches up to 100, but basic meaning of a wild beach is that you can do everything that you want there. And no one can be a decree. By the way, if you like, that strings of your (new?) girlfriend's bathing suit would not leave white stripes on her charming body, in Arhipo-Osipovka for this purpose it is necessary to go "behind the cape", i.e. behind the left or (especially) right mountains bordering a beach. There you can get suntanned and swim a lot in pure water and "in a birthday suit". Attention! I do not recommend going there if you haven't become tanned at all âˆyou will become sun burnt at once.
The city beach is known for everybody. It is the main beach of any resort place. As a rule, it is free to enter (you will have to pay only for a plank bed, if you will get it, of course). So, what is a city beach and how does it differ from the cultural one? Compare the central city market on Saturday at the 35 C heat and jeweller's in a prestigious district. You assert that the market dearer and closer to you. Ok then you will like a city beach also. But you will find neither a spare place, nor a pure one, neither a place under awning, nor a plank bed, fresh water or other simple things of a civilization. As B. N. Eltsin used to say: "Choose or you will lose!" By the way, how did you like his trick with Stepashin?! Well done! Putin will be untwisted, and will become our president. An assignee? Is it a monarchy that we have here?
Well, at last I'll tell you about a cultural beach. In Arhipka it is called Sanatorium, because the beach is departmental, i.e. belongs to local sanatoriums and a Health Centre. Only those who have rest and medical treatment at the specified institutions are allowed there. But, in fact, we have market relations in our country (though there is also a monarchy). That is why, where there is a demand, there is also a supply. Here, for example, the dollar has fallen. Unfortunately no one knows where. Anyway, if you wish you can always find an agreement with an old lady at the checkpoint. People who know the difference prefer this beach.
So we chose that beach and Lara and I went there on our arrival. On the city beach Newton would not deduce his ingenious law, on the Sanatorium beach âˆit is a pleasure. Buy a pair of kilograms of huge, juicy peaches for 25 rubles, take the last masterpiece of master of horrors Stephen King "The Bag with bones", choose a spare place under awning and what else is needed for the urban person? That is all! You are lying quietly, having sent all your dear colleagues to the far away north, reading King, chewing peaches lazily, not missing any remarkable figure (in particular those, who don't like these awful white stripes). Whom Lara did not miss, I wonder?
When because of the King's book your teeth begin to chatter and your skin covers with formication in 40 C degrees heat it is necessary to distract a little. Fortunately it doesn't need special work to make. You can simply twist the pedals of catamaran, or you can go for a drive on a water banana with the girl without white stripes, putting her, certainly, in front and hugging her with your both hands from behind (so that she could feel herself calmly). 6 or 7 people are put on water banana and a motor boat drives them all over the sea. Great! And it costs only 40 rubles from each person. At the worst you can stand out on a water motorcycle (probably, before the eyes of a girl you will after put on a banana). Yes, I know that it is expensive. But you are on vacation, aren't you? And if the motorcycle was not good enough, those who are interested can fly on a paraplane. It is a parachute tied to one end of the rope, and the other end is tied to the water motorcycle. Motorcycle pulls the parachute and you fly up from a deck of a yacht. I didn't fly myself yet, but my friends affirm that there is nothing better than this. It costs only (or not only) 400 rubles.
So that is how Lara and I were having a rest. Everything was great, but unfortunately Konstantin came.
- Ohhh! - I exclaimed, - Konstantin! By what chance are u here?
- Well, I came to dispel the gloom. Not only can you rest by the seasâ”≤ Let's go have some fun tonight. We shall meet Romik and Kolya...
- OK, let's go, - I answered, looking askance at Lara.
I know very well, how those Konstantin's days of rest usually end...