In our life there are no accidents. Even before birth, we choose our tasks, which we will solve in our earthly incarnation. Depending on this, we choose a family in which our soul will come. Sometimes I think that it would be another fate if I was born into another family. Or if I had not become an orphan so early. Or if I did not have a blood disease.
Once I told my wife that I went to Siberia either to recover or to die there. And there I met Shaman, which determined not only my recovery, but my entire future life, changed my world outlook.
In the earthly incarnation, each person meets his angel one day. Sometimes people pass by without noticing Him. And then the period of "walking through the desert" begins. Then again you go to a meeting. I thank God that he gave me the ability to recognize the voice of the soul. This voice of the heart, like the Northern Star for the pilgrim, always indicates the course. Sometimes a rock rises at the rate, but I believe and the ship of life at the last moment makes a roll on board. I am happy meeting with Shaman and I am happy that my path is still going on ...
Here the whole story from the very beginning. Some of you have already read it. I combined all the parts in one post to summarize and ... continue my story.
Sincerely yours,
Alex Morva
Shaman 1
When you stand at the crossroads of life, close your eyes before you step. You do not need them. Your road has already chosen you ...
Part 1.
It was the summer of 1984. It has been exactly one year since I graduated from the sport university and was sent to work in the city of Sevastopol in the Crimea.
I really liked working as a trainer. The only problem was in my health. I suffered from periodic attacks that ended in a loss of consciousness. And it always happens in the most unexpected moments. This situation promise nothing good for the young athlete already in the very near future. Doctors could not say anything concrete. They only spread their hands and talked about some kind of congenital abnormalities in the hemorrhage system.
That day I was lying on a sandy beach and thinking about the future.
Someone's shadow lingered on me very obsessively. I had to look intently at the insolent fellow. But whom I see! In front of me stands in all his glory none other than a friend from my distant childhood! Jan! How long have we seen each other! What a meeting!
Part 2.
After finishing school, Jan left with his father to the Tyumen region in the Far North. First they worked at the fur farm, and after the death of his father, Jan signed another agreement with the same farm and went into the taiga for hunting. Seven years of the taiga life turned my friend into a real man.
Jan said that it was for the first time in all these years when he experienced an unavoidable desire to go to the sea. Choosing the route, he remembered how in 1975 we promised to each other, standing on the station platform, "not to get lost" in this life and to look for each other. And he found me.
That night I did not want to sleep at all. I was thinking about providence, about the gift of the Fate. I was ready immediately in the morning run and buy a ticket to Moscow, and then further, to the north of Tyumen. But Jan said that it was possible to go to the taiga village only by invitation. It was a "closed zone". Fortunately, he returned to his place in two or three days and promised not to delay with the invitation for me. A month later I proudly descended the ramp of the plane in Vnukovo airport in Moscow...
Part 3.
Even an adult person can be as naive as a child. I was able to buy a ticket for a plane from Moscow to Tyumen only after three days of waiting. The queue for the tickets was so long that for all these three days I had, from time to time, to confirm my presence in it on a special list.
In the same time it was a risk to leave your sit place in order to check in the list, because there were several people, who also wanted to sit down even for a minute, hovering each passenger. The lucky man, who managed to occupy an empty seat, tried not to stand up any more.
My toes were so numb from a prolonged sitting that when I finally got the ticket, I had only one dream: to get to the Sandunovsky Sauna and slap my legs with sauna whisk until the numbness will pass. That helped.
The plane flew to Tyumen late at night. After visiting the Sauna, it was a great pleasure to sit in a canteen with a bottle of Borjomi mineral water. There was nothing to think about the restaurant, because in those times in the evening Moscow to try to go to the restaurant means a "new epic" with the "capture of the Bastille" in the person of the head waiter.
Part 4.
Whatever you say, God loves the martyrs. At the airport of Tyumen I was able to buy a ticket to Urengoy before I had time "to eat ice cream", in other words - very quickly. By lunchtime I was already in Urengoy. Krasnoselkup - my destination - I saw from the porthole of the helicopter already like "Heavenly Paradise".
A wide river, a small village, rows of two-story barracks and chaotically scattered private buildings. Along the meandering road towards the taiga was a lone vehicle. It seems it was KRAZ. Here it is, romance - for some reason I thought at that moment. I felt neither anxiety nor worry, but only confidence in the correctness of the decision. There was a feeling that the helicopter would now land in the taiga. I did not know then that there was another year between this moment and the taiga ...
Part 5.
The first season in the Far North was extremely saturated. It all began from an invitation to the district Party Committee building (the residence of the local Communist Party division). The conversation with the Second Secretary seemed to be simple and concerned mainly the purpose of my visit. Having checked the documents concerning my education and looked at the passport, he urged me to think carefully about my taiga fantasies about the hunter-fishers carrier. "The nomenklatura (Communist Party staff) in the village consists of the "devil knows whom", there are very few intelligent people among them, - he said, - and you, the young man, gathered to the forest. How is this to be understood? "- he asked firmly in a voice that usually used for reading political information in a local club. Not wishing to make enemies, I promised to think. Jan, Jan ... I needed you so much at that moment.
Two days later I already worked as a physical education teacher at a local boarding school for indigenous children. I taught the junior classes. There was a feeling that these narrow-eyed children were reading my thoughts. However, they every time showed themselves in the most unexpected way. The phrase "school territory" was nothing for them. Most of all they liked to look after stray dogs. As a result, pretty soon the school yard looked like a shelter for stray dogs. Often the kids said: "I'll finish school and take my dog to the forest."
I did not know yet that these children would never return to their native camp. Almost all the children were send to this school according to the law "About universal secondary education". They were (voluntarily or compulsorily) collected by helicopter from taiga camps. Often these children were taken without parental consent.
By the end of the school, everything that these children were taught was not much more understandable for them than in the first lesson. The problem was that the innate qualities and skills of these small hunters were greatly lost by that time. Most of them lost their life guidelines. Usually it's difficult for me to find a common language with new people, but I had a special understanding of these children. Maybe it was thanks to my childhood spent at the boarding school. They reciprocated me.
Part 6.
Three or four months passed. Then a representative of the district Party Committee, who was already familiar to me, came to school. "You have passed preliminary check and we want to recommend you to the post of the released secretary of the Komsomol committee in the oil and gas exploration expedition. I hope you will not mind?" - he rather answered instead of me than asked in the same " reading political information " voice.
And for about more three months I again "underwent a preliminary check", but now already visiting the youth on the derricks.
In April 1985 I was offered a new post - a Chairman of the district council of the Voluntary Sports Society "Urozhai". This job was not new for me so I quickly organized several successful sporting events for residents of the district center, with whom I used to meet when I rode on the river Taz on my sports canoe, or during football or in the barracks of workers' hostels, where we usually played table tennis.
In August Jan returned from the taiga. We agreed with him that he would come to take me with him. This meant the need to go again to the district Party Committee ... "We planned you for the post of the Chairman of the Sports Committee of the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous District, but you!". Then the conversation resembled a "nice chat" of bazaar traders. I had to admit to the unreliability of my health and report the conclusion of a medical consultation: "You have a year, maximum - two". So I became free ...
Part 7
Jan hurried me. In late September, "snow flies" will fly, and he had to manage to teach me how to survive in the taiga. But first I must sign a special contract with the state farm, build a "beam" - a small hut on a sleigh, prepare provisions for the season and collect special equipment. Jan knew that I shoot better than many local hunters, so he ignored this question.
But the issue could not be settled without the "secretaries of district committees". The "telephone right" worked. The management of the state farm affirmed my candidacy with the district committee very long. In addition, it was necessary to agree with the pilots of the helicopter, because only they can throw on the cables built in the village hunting hut - "beams" at the point of hunting. And this may require a flight of several hundred kilometers. Return to the village occurs in the same manner. So with helicopter pilots it was necessary to "make friends" and pay in excess of the established tariff.
The state farm allocated me a square of taiga in the area of Bolshaya Shirta with an area of almost 1600 square kilometers and set an annual plan. The season began in September and ended in May. They paid well, even without taking into account the large northern surcharges, although this question interested me least. My health deteriorated, the seizures became more frequent and I thought only how much time I had left. Something inside pushed me into the taiga and I decided not to delay it with the day of departure.
Part 8
The flight lasted a little more than an hour. Jan showed me the destination on the map, but I was so deep in my thoughts that answered mechanically and "woke up" only when the pilot shouted: "Approaching!". For the base, we chose a hillock on the bend of the river. The pilot began to decline. Because of the wind, we had to do several attempts, but at last the "beams" was set where it was planned. Jan nodded contentedly. "Quickly learn," he said, and jumped to the ground.
no) in front of the hut and waved good-bye with our "paws" in the wake of the departing Jan. His destination was one hundred kilometers down the Taza River in the Tolka area. I did not know yet that from this moment and for 9 months I will communicate only with my dogs.
There were two of them. Umka - a two-year-old female husky - got to me from the father of one of my former pupils. Learning that I was leaving for the taiga, he said with a brief accent in his voice: "Take Umka. You're good person, she'll be better there with you..." People told that he was an excellent hunter in the past. But, when the son was taken to the boarding school, he began to drink heavily. He lived in a plague, built .... in the middle of the apartment in which he exchanged all the windows and doors for a couple bottles of vodka...
"Well, guys, now let's talk about taiga romance" - I turned to my four-legged friends.
Part 9
It was the end of September 1985. I was fascinated by the unreal reality of what was happening. Probably, unrealizable dream come true. It seemed to me that I could for a whole eternity admire the view of the river turning and the forest beyond the horizon. However, the picture was still spoiled: the first in this season snow began, and we, the "newly-made taiga habitants", did not even have time to light a fire. I had to change the situation urgently and literally in half an hour the stove-"burzhuika" buzzed from the wood burned in it.
Umka was barking in the forest. Dino did not leave me in the hope of something tasty. I also had time to eat. On the eve we sorted out the provisions, packed the cans on the shelves, and the bags of groats, salt and sugar were stacked in strong boxes that we managed to get on derrick. Matches and a carbine with a shotgun were stored separately.
Carbine is necessary in the taiga. Jan said that in these places there are many colonies for criminals and sometimes escapees are searching for food and weapons. So he taught me to leave rifled weapons (carbine) in the hollow of a tree away from habitation. The ammunition and the knife should always be kept with myself ... Then if the escapees attack, they will take only the shotgun and some of the provisions. With a carbine there is a chance to return everything. To survive, it was also necessary to know the territory perfectly and try to keep the attackers as far from the habitation possible. It was also necessary to understand that among the escapees there often were experienced hunters, otherwise they would not find the way in the taiga. In general, it was impossible to relax.
In this regard, I set myself the task of carefully examining the whole territory along the diametrical circles-ellipses starting from the river. The maps are my passion and Jan presented me a map with the kilometers markings, which he got from the pilots. On this map, my square, or rather, the rectangle, was visible with all the details. On the edge of this was a pretty decent river, which has several small tributaries.
My base was located on its high bank, and the whole valley was my territory and the river bent around it like a strained bow. And although everything looked very tiny on the map, the territory was very large. I made my tea and, examining the map, imagined my tomorrow's first trip to the forest. Dino is still quite a puppy, so I decided to start with the small circle. Let him get used to it.
Part 10.
The next day I woke up at dawn. The weather was cloudy and only the occasional cover of the first snow diluted her despondency. I slept on a makeshift couch. Umka, whom I for some reason began to call Lai, took a place near the entrance, and Dino climbed on the couch. Dino was presented to me by Jan, since there is nothing to do without a dog in the taiga. And about the decision of my pupil's father to give me Umka, we both learned only on the eve of departure. So instead of one I had now three friends.
Hastily washing at the river and having breakfast with crumbly buckwheat with fish canned food, half of which I gave to the dogs, I picked up the double-barrel and went out into the vastness of the boundless North.
On the shore there were my canoe and kayak, which were brought to me from the Big Land this spring. Since our hut was located on a "strange" shore, then most of my square could only be reached by boat. Umka jumped into the boat on her own, and Dino I had to pull.
I decided for the first time just walk up the river. At first Dino behaved very restlessly and we had to moor frequently, but soon he calmed down and fell asleep. He woke up when Umka smelled the bear and barked. The bear collected the remains of berries on the shore and at the sight of us ran away towards the forest.
To walk in the taiga was easier. Umka went forward and circled around us, barking out the squirrel and other little animals. Dino did not leave me a single step. From time to time we stopped, I pulled out the map and the compass and made notes. I paid attention to the hollows in the trees where the sable and the ermine could live, looked for places where it was possible to place traps for Arctic fox and marten. Umka helped, since her barking showed places where they lived. I could hardly make out the tone of her barking yet, but I was sure of the fact that it was different for different animals. She barked on squirrel in a thin voice. Continuous and loud barking meant that she found a sable. A quiet growl with one or two barking meant a bear. I was wondering how she would bark on a wood grouse?
We walked about ten kilometers and I realized we must return. Dino started to squeal. The boat was about three kilometers away and I went faster. We returned with the flow of the river so it was easier for me to row. We have imperceptibly appeared near our coast. I thought that I need to build a small pier: the coast was very steep and getting out of the canoe was difficult. So two months passed.
Part 11
November has begun. The whole month it was snowing, and at the end of November the temperature dropped to -35-40o C. The animals hid and I had free time to read Jan's notes about the habits of fur-bearing animals and the rules for processing skins.
On such frosty sunny days, I usually went on some of the routes. Umka adored these walks, and Dino, who became stronger and was always hungry, most likely thought about them as about a work.
I have not seen people for ages. But my pets were constantly listening stories about my past life. I never met more attentive listeners. Sometimes Umka tried to tell something in response and was so carried away that you could hear her barking all around. There were days when we were fooling around and playing, and sometimes we were sad for days on end. And of course I read a lot.
In spring a flock of wolves came to us. It was necessary to get a carbine from the hollow of a tree and drive them away. So I had two good wolfskins. I decided to ask Jan to make me boots from them. Boots, which I bought in the store, could not stand the test for durability and warmth.
That season in the taiga turned out to be like a five-year plan in the country. Satisfactorily. But I fulfilled the norm according to the skins. The helicopter flew in May.
Part 12.
Jan also came on this helicopter. I was very glad to see him. He brought the traditional alcohol for those places, and I surprised him with the lingonberry tincture, which I prepared. Together with helicopter pilots and lingonberry tincture we celebrated the closure of the season.
Pilots liked Dino. They asked if he was afraid of bears and wanted to lend him for a while for hunt. But he was still too young to hunt for a bear. On that day the pilot had the last flight to our side and I suggested them to stay for a night. However, the weather forecast warned that the snowstorm was coming, so our meeting had to be finished.
"Well, my children, will we feed the mosquitoes here or fly to the village?" - I turned to my dogs. Umka lay down on the floor and the question was closed. So they decided. We stay in taiga for another month or two.
Starting from the fifteenth of May, the Sun rose to the zenith so that the 1.5-meter snow melted completely. I clearly saw what Venice is. Our forest plantations have become a picture of the "Flood". Everywhere were water and tree trunks sticking out of it. The blessing our hut was on the hillock.
Since that day, we have been constantly use a canoe. I was very sorry that I did not have a camera. Whom only we did not meet on our temporary islets: deer with moose, hares, Arctic foxes. Even the mother-bear with the family "sunbathed." We traveled right up to the main river Taz. Dino was already strong enough, and therefore I rarely invited him to the boat, and they ran along the shore together with Umka. So we travelled dozen miles. Mostly we hunted wood grouse, whose meat was most loved by Dino.
Part 13
One day, when we were returning with the dogs to our hut, a sudden picture emerged behind the turn of the river. On the high bank of the river near the water stood … 20 or 25 people. If I at that moment saw an elephant drinking water from our river, then, probably, my surprise would be much less!
However, strangeness is not limited to this. Dogs, taking into account the presence of strangers, behaved surprisingly calmly ...
They were Selkups. I could not even imagine why they were there. I paddled closer, we greeted each other. Selkups invited me to their camp, which was located about 100 meters from the water.
I roamed the forest for a whole season, but I did not see their camp. They are not on the map either. And I did not feel the smoke from the fires. Just an obsession of some kind! But I accepted the invitation and had to go.
I was led to the chum of the Elder. His hand was very strong when we shook hands, although he looked about sixty years old.
In the chum, I looked around and understood why I did not feel the smoke. Selkups, because of the periodic visits of helicopters to their camps (for children or for fish and furs in exchange for vodka) came up with a whole system of conspiracy. Their fireplace reminded the Russian furnace in a miniature: one side of the fireplace was filled up with the ground in which the chimney has been put, like for the smokehouse, and the smoke reminded a haze through the system of dispersion. It was dry, warm and cozy inside the chum.
Without saying anything, I was treated with fish. Finally the Elder spoke. The meaning of what was said was that for the whole season their hunters were watching me. In their opinion, I behaved modestly, skillfully and calmly. But most of all they were surprised by my canoe. They never saw such a fast boat. And when they saw it on the shore, they were amazed at its light weight. They offered me an exchange: I'll give them a canoe (because they knew that I also have a kayak), and I can pick up two girls in my chum. The girls, who looked more like teenagers, stood right there. When the Elder looked at them, they nodded without saying a word.
Ops ... the situation ... There was something to think about. I suddenly became interested of what local people offered to Yan and whether they offered anything at all. Anyway it was necessary to answer something intelligible. My Soviet upbringing taught me that it is not customary to exchange girls for canoes. We are not slave owners. And then suddenly a thought flashed. What if I propose them to compete with their hunters? Let one of their hunters take a canoe and pass it on until the next turn of the river and back. Whoever can, will receive a canoe as a gift.
For some reason, my proposal made the Selkup laugh. Only their Shaman did not laugh. Laughing, the Elder spoke again: "We have been in boats since childhood, and for this reason your proposal cheered us up. Come with the boat in ten days," - he said and stood up, indicating that the meeting was over.
Honestly, I liked my canoe, and I was used to it. Walking in a kayak along small rivers was uncomfortable because of the flimsy steering wheel. Besides I could place in a canoe is placed much more cargo. But the word is not a sparrow ... The agreement had to be carried out.
Part 14
On the appointed day, I, Umka and Dino got up early in the morning, while the mosquitoes were still sleeping, and went to the place pointed for the competition. I tied the kayak to the canoe stern. Anything can happen. Suddenly one of the hunters will manage to cope with the canoe and have to give it, but I did not want to go back on foot.
The Selkups surprised us again. A huge fire burned on the shore and all the Selkups stood around it dressed in national costumes. Having seen our friendly company (Umka this time barked) the crowd of people, smiling and saying something in their own language, moved in our direction.
I was again invited to the Elder. We again silently ate fish with greens, and then went out to the people. The Elder asked me to repeat the conditions of the competition. I went to the canoe, put it on the water, habitually put the right knee on the "pillow", the left foot was exposed to the nose and pushed off, rowing to the bend of the river. There I turned and made the same route back to the shore. I informed the gathered people that the one who'll be able to repeat this way will receive a canoe as a gift. The crowd answered me with an approving noise.
About thirty men of different ages lined up on the shore. Among them were also residents of neighboring camps, who also wanted to show their own daring.
The first started. However, he did not last long. As soon as the Selkup put a knee in the boat and pushed off with the paddle from the shore, he immediately fell into the water in the opposite direction from the shore. Laughter was about ten minutes. The second did absolutely the same. The laughter stopped somewhere on the eighth hunter. Everyone looked at the Elder. He stood pale and looked like a monument to himself. While he was thinking, two more hunters fell into the water. I had to stop this circus.
I asked the Elder to allow me to recall the condition of the competition, since I believe that the Selkups listened to me inattentively. "Monument" allowed. "The basic condition was to do the canoeing of the same way, and not to manage the canoe as I do. I am a master of sports and so I trained for many years on such a canoe. You should sit down as you do in your boats and row with the paddles that are familiar to you."
My words improved the mood of the Elder and the crowd clearly brightened up. The next hunter sat in a canoe, bending both legs under him. He was given a paddle and he left. He behaved confidently and the boat began to gain enviable speed. Now others began to worry. They were not too happy for their fellow tribesman and were not against him to be in the water. But this time nothing happened. It was a victory.
Everyone looked at the Elder again. There stood a man, joyfully throwing up his hands, loudly uttering a battle cry of hunters. In the forest, the joyous scream of a dozen men echoed. I noticed that the "wet" group rejoiced not so loudly. After the Elder I also congratulated the winner. I handed him a paddle for a canoe, as a memory of his victory. I did not need it now. The winner did not let go of the canoe. He probably did not trust his friends.
On this holiday could be over and I went to the Elder. He thanked me and said that their Shaman wants to tell me a few words. Shaman asked me to follow him and when we were in his chum, I heard something that made my skin goose. "I see that you have bad blood and I can help you. What will be your decision? ". For some reason, an already familiar elephant by the water came to my mind ...
Part 15
Earlier I had agreed with Jan that if I did not return from the taiga until August, he would procure reserves for a new season for me as well. Equipment did not require repair, so it was enough to replenish supplies, batteries, matches and some other things.
Shaman appeared in the doorway of our hut out of the blue. Umka wagged her tail, and Dino stared at me in silence. And this when a completely unfamiliar person entered the house! After a moment's confusion, I greeted him and invited into the house. Everyone called him Lame, although I did not notice anything special in his gait. Not sitting down, Lame surprised me again, saying: "It's good that you did not return to the village. You still need strength". Amazing, but he really read my thoughts.
He turned around in military style and, after a glance inviting me to follow him, left the hut.
We stood facing the river, the morning Sun began its journey in the sky. I noticed how Shaman began to breathe deeply the fresh air, looking at the Sun. For a moment it seemed to me that he draws with the air the warm rays of the Heavenly Body. Instinctively, I began to repeat after him and began to do deep breaths and exhalations. A few minutes later I felt how everything around us breathed in similar manner: the river, the forest, the birds, even my dogs... Shaman said: "To breathe with everyone is to live one Whole, which is a harmony, a balance of what exist with what doesn't exist". Then he fell silent for a long time.
In silence, he walked around our hut and sat down near the Siberian cedar. There he collected something and moved to the bushes nearby. So it lasted about half an hour. Carrying everything found, he entered the hut, put a kettle of water on the stove, added some brushwood, and laid his finds on the table.
"What do we see here?" - asked him. I tried to remember the names of the plants, but he immediately continued: "this is one family." From that moment I tried to catch every word: "In the nature each family of plants has its own task. Some grow for feed, others for treatment, others for admiration. It's the same with people. But people rarely aware of this. You can eat grass for admiration, the benefit will be the same as if you eat medical cotton.
This is the family of herbs you will find, greet and thank. Decoction of them drink instead of tea. Be healthy!
With these words Shaman left our hut. Then instead of saying goodbye he said: "Everything goes to sleep with the Sun and wakes up with the Sun" I watched as Shaman descended to the shore and got into his boat. Only when his boat disappeared behind the turn of the river, I repeated what he had said aloud: "Everything goes to sleep with the Sun and wakes up with the Sun" ...
Part 16
For the first time in my life, my day ended when the Sun set off beyond the horizon. I fell asleep like a baby in the mother's arms. I used to get up early, but the next morning I felt a special burst of energy. It was raining in the morning, so I made a deep breath exercises under the awning. And in vain. The rain is saturated with the same solar energy that we inhaled that day with Shaman. Today I was especially drawn to the taiga. I felt a great desire to recognize "my family of plants" as quickly as possible.
Why family but not families? As Shaman has explained to me, each of living on the Earth people is a member of a particular family among the flora and fauna of the planet. It is important only to recognize them in the same way as we recognize our loved ones among the crowd...
I went out in the rain. Dino looked at me like a madman, and Umka ran happily out of the hut. In the beginning, we walked in circles, all venturing into the forest, but the rain prevented me to focus and therefore the first pancake was a lump. Decoction of grass, collected by Shaman, did its job. I really wanted to find my own herbal family. Shaman appeared every time I went in my search into a dead end. Our connection was telepathic, but has only one direction. I was still just learning, it was important for me to communicate with the master and Lame at that time came often.
He said that all the trees in the forest are united in communities and certain species of grass are attached to these communities, certain animals come to them. Nature is structured in communities, as in past the human community was. Within the communities there is a hierarchy and division into families. Families are divided by type of "activity". All this is set up as a clock and given people for use. And only a person decides whether he wants to join to this harmony or chooses to live separately, in an artificially created society, and to make miserable copies of his own kind and devour himself through others.
In other words, it was that moment when I realized that mankind creates Hell, which it so afraid of, by its own hands. And we do not pay attention to the Paradise, blossoming around us. Instead of understanding the nature of Paradise and joining it as its integral part, humanity studies the Hell and tries to reform it into a more progressive Hell. Great!
This was the approximate course of my thoughts after a day of communication with Nature.
Days, weeks, months passed. Shaman came regularly. By the end of the second season, attacks with loss of consciousness stopped completely. I became many times stronger than was in the past. It seemed that I could walk around the whole Earth. I began to understand my pets better, and my attitude towards hunting changed drastically. Umka felt me remotely. She continued to run around the taiga in front of and around me, but it was enough for me to think about the order that Umka executed it. I thanked each soul for the body taken from her and took just as much as we with dogs needed and strictly in accordance with the agreement with the state farm. No more, no less.
The grasses which I collected resembled hanging for drying clothes. I developed the habit to greet my family members in the taiga until automatism. I suddenly felt which animals enter into my family circle and rejoiced for each our meetings. Because of this, a lone wolf got to us. What was surprising that not only Umka, but also grown up and very powerful Dino was tolerated for this. I couldn't believe it! Even bears who lived in our territory, were afraid of Dino. They did not react to Umka's barking, but it was enough for her to give a signal to Dino and he broke away from me towards the bear, who for some reason never waited for him to come. And here "just" a wolf. He walked around our hut in a radius of visual reach. Once I even noticed how he and Dino frolicked together. It was something! Umka rushed to the wolf, jealous of Dino, but Dino jumped forward and blocked the wolf. We began to share our food with the wolf, leaving the poultry where we do not hunt. I realized that sooner or later the male would go looking for his female. And so it happened. With the first snow the track of our gray friend caught cold. We never saw him again.
One day I discovered information that the Selkup language and the Hungarian language are related languages. In my head again began to come to different thoughts. Apparently, I began to manifest telepathic abilities, because I clearly felt the moment when Lame came. Shaman smiled for the first time. He was pleased with his disciple.. In the hut he checked the bunches of grasses and muttered something. This action reminded me the moment from the movie "Father of the Soldier", when an elderly Georgian in soldier's uniform crouched near the vine, which miraculously survived after the battle, and quietly talked to it, alternating his mumble with the Georgian song.
"That language from your books did not always use such letters. Our ancestors used the same alphabet. This knowledge will return to you". I just wanted to ask when, as soon as I heard: "Is it so important? You found yourself ... however, remember that it's easy to be in harmony in the middle of harmony". After these words he left the hut, and when I followed him, he was nowhere to be found. On the table in the hut I found an ancient parchment covered with scrawls. Later I learned that these were runes.
By the end of the season, the last words of Shaman already shouted at every step: "... it's easy to be in harmony in the middle of harmony". A month later I was already in the helicopter on the way to the Great Land.
It does not matter what awaits me there. In what I was firmly convinced that the knowledge I received from Shaman would certainly serve humanity, how they helped me. I realized that it is important and vital for me to remain harmony in the middle of total disharmony. Will I? To find the answer to this question I had to leave the land of the Selkup that I already liked.
The end. But! To be continued soon in Shaman 2… :)