- What are you doing? She asked over the threshold.
“I’m going through the rags, I don’t know what to take with me,” I replied.
“I’m ready and come to you, otherwise it’s boring to sit alone.”
“Where are your things?” I asked, looking at her again.
“All the things are on me and in my purse,” answered Marina.
I was surprised and did not know what to answer and how to react to it. This is a joke, or just another joke.
“You are surprised,” she asked, seeing my confusion.
- Yes. - I nodded my head.
“I always ride that easy.” Why nudist clothing - she answered my not yet asked question.
I always wanted to imitate Marina. In her relaxed manner to behave and at the same time to dress freely and even can be said very defiantly. And then I thought and decided that it was necessary to overpower myself once and if I cannot do this close to home, then nobody knows me there and who cares how I will dress. After weighing everything, I also collected all my shmutyu and shoved into the closet and put all the most necessary things in my purse, I smiled happily and answered:
- Then I'm ready too.
- This is our way - smiling, answered Marina.
“Let's sit down on the walkway,” I said, and we sat down on the edge of the sofa .. I always do that. For me since childhood it was some sort of ritual before a long journey.
Looking around, if I had forgotten something, I noticed a cell phone on the nightstand and already wanted to get up to take it, but Marina understood my intentions and stopped my hand.
- Cellular forgot - I said.
- Why do you need it, because we are going to rest and who will you call there? - Marina explained to me.
Unaccustomed to being without a phone, I was confused, and then Marina opened her purse and showed me what she had taken with her. There was a swimsuit in a cellophane bag and purse and a few more items of cosmetics and all.
“And that's all,” I asked, surprised.
- I do not like to carry heavy bags and suitcases with me. We will buy some food, and no one will even look at our clothes. This is the sea, not the podium. - as she could, Marina explained to me in three words.
After that, I calmed down and also put some unnecessary things out of my purse and it became half as good as before ..
- Well! Go! - I said happily and we left the room and went to the station.
Two days in the train flew by. A mother with a daughter, 18 years old, was driving with us in the compartment to Adler, and we talked and talked about all sorts of trifles all the way to our exit. They were so trusting that we almost told everything about ourselves. Vika's girl constantly stared at our short skirts and T-shirts similar to T-shirts. Underwear, besides swimsuits in handbags, was of course not on us and she noticed it and was very surprised. Her mother reacted to our mind quite indifferently and did not even focus on this attention. At the station, we were met by Marinin's friends in a car and were not surprised by our appearance either. Saying goodbye to our fellow travelers, we jumped into the back seat of Ford and drove to the village, on the shore of the Azov. The weather was just lovely and it was so hot and stuffy that we wanted to quickly plunge into the sea.
The house where we arrived stood a hundred meters from the coast and as soon as we crossed small thickets of bushes, we were already on the beach covered with pebbles and oval stones. The sand was not enough and therefore vacationers sunbathed on a distant beach at one and a half km. from U.S. There were also individual bathing lonely people or couples - perhaps even locals.
Marinka did not even put on her swimsuit and just threw off her T-shirt and skirt on the run, ran into the water that saved her from the heat. I dressed in the bushes - followed her .. I just did not have the courage to take it that simple, to run out naked in front of distant bathing people. Soon came her friends, Sergey and Nina. They also bathed naked and after that, I was not ashamed of anyone. So two weeks flew by and it was time to leave, and the money was left only on the way back. And here something happened that we could not even imagine. At the train station, at the ticket office itself, when we began to get money from our purse, we found that they simply did not exist. The bags were opened, and the wallets disappeared somewhere, and Sergey and Nina left. What to do? We went to the square in front of the station and sat on the bench .. It’s hard to say how long we sat like that. But there are miracles and here Vika, our fellow traveler, ran up to us.
In the conversation, it turned out that they were also going home, and on the way back they decided to call on their relatives and hired a local to take them. Having learned about our misfortune, they offered us to go with them and we agreed. All the same, without money, we will not get anywhere from here, and yet for at least a few hundred kilometers. closer to home. On the way, we talked a lot, who both rested and plans for the next summer. When Vika was landed with her mother, then Michael, that was the name of the driver, offered us help. He was on the way and he drove us to the highway to Astrakhan. So we decided to hitchhike. In two days we changed about five cars and have already moved to the other side of the Volga.
Standing near the roadside cafe, where the host friendly treated us to sandwiches and hot tea, but without sugar, but we were grateful for that, a woman came up to us and asked for something in her own way. We did not understand anything and she called us to the car where her husband was sitting.
“Did it get robbed of you and you get to the house,” he asked with a slight accent.
- Yes - we answered almost in a voice.
- We are up to Orenburg. We can throw you, if you will be closer there - he suggested.
- Thank you very much. We are not so far there, and we happily agreed.
Getting into the car, we set off. The driver and his wife were not so talkative, and we threw back our heads back and fell asleep. The car shook on a rough road surface and from this the eyes closed even faster. It's hard to say how long we slept, but we were woken up when the car slowed down at a roadside cafe. The driver, who is the owner of the car, gave us a glass of drink and a sandwich with a bun ..
- For those, refresh yourself. Soon we will be there - breaking the words he said.
“Thank you,” we replied eagerly, and with undisguised greed began to destroy it all. We almost did not eat anything in the morning, and it was already past seven in the evening.
Soon we started moving again and began to rock us again and we fell asleep again, and when we woke up, we were shocked and very frightened and did not even immediately understand what had happened. It was dark all around and no longer swayed us on the road bumps, but all this would be nonsense compared to the fact that we didn’t wear any clothes at all and where it was in the dark had no opportunity to look at. Carefully, to the touch, we began to fumble around and came across a sandy floor covered with straw and wooden walls made of round poles. In the same way, a barn for chickens was made in our house when I lived in the village with my parents.
- Where are we? - I asked Marinka in a frightened voice.
“How do I know,” she answered.
The night was dark and we waited for the dawn and sat on the floor, we realized that we did not have any clothes. Feeling himself and his legs, which were wearing semi-sports shoes, sneakers.
- Probably left to walk was not painful - muttered under the nose of Marinka.
About an hour later dawn broke. We looked around and were surprised. The shed was huge, but very dilapidated and, if desired, you can push the wall and it will fall out, and besides, the door was also ajar - go wherever you want. We looked at each other and did not understand anything. Where are we? Why were we left here if kidnapped? Why not tied up? Questions themselves asked the masses and could not find an answer to them.
When the sun came out completely and the sun appeared over the horizon, it became clear to us. Near the barn stood two yurts and there was a continuous steppe all around - not even a single tree was visible. To hide and run was not possible. We would have seen a few kilometers.
- What do we do? - I asked.
- We need to think - Marina answered calmly and left the barn.
At the creak of the door came a woman of forty, and said something, but we did not understand. She entered the yurt and a few minutes later came out with some kind of basket, so to speak. She came to us and handed her to Marina, lifting the rag and said something again. Peering into the basket, we saw food and rejoicing thanked her with a nod of their heads. She smiled, looking at us and left. We drank a delicious drink and ate cakes. Then they seemed to us so tasty as a cake. Half an hour later, we were satisfied, sat in a shed and wiped crumbs from our lips and shook them off our feet. Suddenly the door creaked and lined back to the new moon.
- What is the Middle Ages - said in the ear Marina.
We laughed and realized that nobody would care about us and what would happen to us, we could only guess.
“We need to get out of here somehow,” I said.
- First you need to find out where we are and in which direction we should go - Marina answered and we thought.
Soon the children ran out of the yurt and began to look at us with curiosity, but after the elder wife had said something to them, so we would call her, they fled and no longer stared at us. They played and went about their business, as if we did not exist for them at all and we were not here. Women also did their work and no attention was paid to us and only at lunch they gave us food again. We walked around both yurts and slightly expanded the zone, moving a few hundred meters away, but to the chagrin there was a continuous steppe with poor vegetation. In light wind, there was a drip of sand and dust, and we had to cover our faces with our hands so as not to swallow. The sun was very hot and we hid in the barn again. The situation was hopeless, and Marina jumped up and screamed. I was even frightened, but when she told me her plan, I was surprised by her ingenuity.
Seeing that Zulfiya was coming to us again, we kind of ignored her and began to discuss it aloud. The plan was simple and we only had to convince him of the wives of the owner. Marina insisted that she would be the eldest wife after the owner would take her wives to another village, I argued and insisted that I would be the eldest. We so entered the role that for a moment we forgot about Zulfia and that she stood and listened to our nonsense. When she entered, we started and looked down - making an innocent face. Zulfiya herself started the conversation.
“I will help you escape, only no one should know about it.”
- If we get out of here, then surely no one will know about it - we answered.
After that, she began to bring us twice as much bread and water and gave us something like a string bag, only with shoulder straps to wear on her shoulder. We began to put the saved food and water there and in three days we had a good supply - it was possible to run. The question is where.
- If the sun rises there, then the north is in that side, and in the north there are no deserts and steppes - I said.
- Where such knowledge of geography comes from - Marina was surprised.
- Just so I thought - making an offended physiognomy, turned away.
“Okay, stop sulking,” said Marinka.
- Perhaps you are right, there is nothing to do, we run at night.
- I agree - I nodded in response.
Zulfiya brought more water and bread in the evening and gave two small shawls to cover her head and face from dust. We thanked her and went to rest. As soon as it got dark, we went outside and ran in the direction we had chosen from the evening. It was easy to walk as it was at night cool and that we sometimes ran warm. The soil under our feet was firm and level, and closer to the morning we felt that our feet were falling slightly. We sat down to rest and take a sip of water, and when our bare ass touched the ground, it became clear that it was sand.
- We’re probably walking along the beach - I was delighted
- What a beach, do you really not hear that there is no noise of the waves nearby? Marina answered.
“And sure enough,” I said dejectedly.
- Then where are we - I asked a friend.
- In the morning we will see, but for now you need to escape as far as possible - said Marinka and we set off again.
It was more difficult to walk, and soon after dawn we saw that sand surrounded us all around.
“We're in the desert,” I said, frightened.
- It's good, no one will look for us here - answered Marinka.
Fatigue and sleepless night affected. It was harder and harder to go. The sun already understood and it became hot. The whole body was covered with sweat and it was just unbearable to breathe. Marina offered to halt until the sun disappeared. We dug a hole in the sand and looked at each other.
- And what about and showing a hand on his crotch - I asked Marinka.
- Do not worry you, anyway, there all the sand in the desert will not fit - she replied and laughed, and then grabbed the sand from her sides, began to fall asleep their feet and everything else. I watched and watched as the sand slowly fills the space between the thighs and now you can not see the labia and soon all the pubis disappeared into under it.
- Well, how? - I asked.
- Just great. I have long dreamed of this - said Marina.
I also began to rake in the sand on myself and soon burrowed to the waist, from above I covered myself with scarves. More than once we later remembered Zulfia with a kind word and thanked her mentally for bread and water and these scarves that sheltered us from the scorching sun. Sitting in the sand was not so hot and we even began to sleep in turns. At night, they made every effort to get as much as possible. We walked without dismantling the road and constantly fell. Our bodies were sweaty and sand stuck to them. The sun was so floating that we were just covered with sweat and sandy drifts covered our body with a thin layer of sticky sand. The sand was everywhere and throughout the body and we did not pay attention to it. Even with a weak wind, we tried to close our eyes and face, so as not to swallow it and the sand did not get into the eyes. The water was worth its weight in gold and there simply would be nothing to wash. Running his hand over his body felt his shash and it irritated the skin and caused itching from salty sweat and sand. Even careless sharp movement of the arm in the genital area could lead to damage to the delicate skin and we had to endure and we coped with it.
Soon we very decently changed their color and our body turned from slightly tanned to chestnut .. We went for the fifth day. The water ended and the bread too. Every morning we checked which way the sun was rising and whether we had gone astray. So far, everything has been fine.
On the seventh day at dawn, we noticed some vegetation in the distance and did not believe it - we thought that a mirage, but still added a step and were not mistaken. The sand again gradually passed into the steppe and it was easier to walk. We decided not to rest and get to the first reservoir in order to wash and get drunk .. The body was all itching and flaky skin on the shoulders and back. In the afternoon we saw that something flashed and was not mistaken. A narrow strip cut the steppe with winding tape. It was a river more like a little brook. We even ran for joy, but there was no strength and our run was most of all like a parody of a running man. Running up to the stream, we eagerly drank the water, and then just lay down in it, arms and legs spread out in different directions. How long we have lain is hard to say. We did not even feel the coolness of the water. At that time, she seemed so hot to us, even though she was wet and not even a bit refreshed by our overheated bodies in the sun.
Lying down and resting, we wandered along the stream along its course and soon saw scant thickets of bushes. We chose the thickest and gave ourselves a rest and immediately fell asleep. We woke up the next day, when the sun was already high.
I was very hungry. By evening, we came across a small village and saw the same yurts, only about five of them. We could not decide for a long time, but hunger was not the aunt and rumbling in the stomach pushed us forward. Forgetting the fact that we are without clothes, we went to the extreme yurt and knocked. A woman of about thirty came out and saw us sigh.
“They stole clothes from us and we go home,” said Marina.
“Please let me eat,” I moaned plaintively.
The woman began to fuss and soon we were sitting near her yurt and eating sweet flat cakes with milk. In the conversation we learned our location and we were advised how best to go. On the road gave a little more bread and water. We thanked them and also walked away noisily.
For nearly two more weeks, winding along the river and going around the settlements, we got home. It was much easier to hide in the woods and bushes and we managed to use some of the gifts of the forest to remove hunger.Throughout the entire journey, we recalled the desert or its outskirts, which we had to go through, this sand, which climbed into each hole and somehow we washed it in a stream and many more large and small incidents that happened to us not once a day. . Although we were more than three weeks late from vacation, but this adventure left unforgettable feelings in my memory and I wouldn’t say anything else, but I would like to get lost somewhere naked for a week or another. How great it is to feel free and like our ancestors, not dependent on anyone.