When my mother came from the parent meeting on a trip to the Crimea, she told me that the Russian teacher asked us to write a travel diary O_O then I had no idea what to write and how. Then my mother told me “Write as a blog” led to thought.

Day 1.
Listening to Vermilion, I looked out the window, and the thought of the video for this song came to my mind. Time goes so fast, everything flies past the window, flickers, everything goes as if in a moment. I pulled on Deftones- Pink Maggit that it goes with Back to School. August mood. Before the school, the expectation of something "new".
The voice sat down completely. Instead of my usual bass voice. I like it, it’s a pity that is actually not like.

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Most suitable for the train. I climbed onto the upper shelf, where, as always, just awesome. 10 people gathered below, and everyone dangles about whatever hit. It is interesting to watch them. Class so from 5.

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This song came across with a random, but I never listened to it to the end as … in vain they rewritten it. Original Killers Are Quiet is more atmospheric.
Kursk. My best friend’s hometown. Everyone went to the platform, but I can’t. Sadness.

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Old School went. There is nothing to do in the train at all, especially when you go in the morning and for more than a day. The time has come to Oblomov.

Day 2.
In the morning dumb. I can’t say a word at all. I have come true, I am sitting, I am silent, I do not answer anyone because of unwillingness, but because of the inability. Oh how.
The sun is gorgeous morning. To go to the reserved seat is how to live a small, short-lived, but still separate life. Everyone gathers in one compartment, everything is in common.

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Crimean mountains are simply amazing. You rise and feel their greatness, calm, power.

At Chufut-Kale, flute burst piercingly into the dead silence. Someone sat at the cliff and played. I can imagine how a bagpipes sounded there.
Through the transparent autumn air, the mountains are just wonderful. Sunlight adds atmosphere. But why Assassin’s Creed? What does Venice have to do with it? My subconscious is not subject to mine. (yeah, cap)

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Finally a camp site, dinner in the Soviet dining room, which pleased. 31st number … This year, Halloween is canceled.

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The morning began early. I say at least somehow. It turns out I have such caring classmates, especially guys.
Sevastopol. A wonderful sea walk. Fresh wind and not at all cold.

And at the pier there was a round -the -world liner. Would like to ride on this?

Somewhere nearby this song sounded:

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Turned out to be pretty in the subject. Only she was not enough.
Chersonesos. Very beautiful city. And access to the sea, not in the bay, but right in open waters. There was almost no one in the reserve, and our group walked there alone. Quietly and calm.
The last stop was the church. She was straight in the cave. They didn’t do anything inside, only the steps. And there was so calm. And the silence acted on the nerves. Almost all of our felt something strange.

Day 4.
In the morning, a little adrenaline poured into my blood, when I consumed the time of Moscow and local. Very strongly strained and herself and a neighbor. But they went through all the options in my head, how can you get together in 5 minutes.
Yalta. On the way I listen to the radio on 24.10. The coast was turned into an amazingly beautiful valley, and the next song on the air (which below) was very in the subject.

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This is sometimes in American films- someone is traveling in a highway in a valley or steppe, and then a song like this begins, the sun shines, beautiful views, love and peace dude, etc.p.
And you love vineyards? Look at the slender ranks and how they are built differently as they move in even lines and quickly change each other? Such contemplation can be done forever. Especially for good music.
From the cliff, gold, green, red trees seem miniature.
And the sun is in the eyes.
Vorontsov Palace in Alupka is pretty beautiful. Everyone would like to have such a summer house with view of the sea. The garden is also interesting, I found such a beautiful swan.

Nikitsky Botanical Garden. This fall there is a parade of chrysanthemum. Maybe one of the bloggers visited it. Or another will visit. They gave us only 15 minutes, which was very upset. And I like to walk, admire, choose the most beautiful flower and photograph it a million times. But you can see not fate. I will not throw photos, I just put up a link to Fulsaise I like the most macro photo-pixs.RU/Chuvimaga/depicted_9070295_1157394.JPG
Small offtopic. (has nothing to do with the trip, but in general, to that day-)
Sometimes there are such moments when you begin to suspect any sympathy from a classmate (TS), with whom you communicate well, even friends and something else is not at all in place. And yes, some suggestions begin, invitations. View in the evening a yup- it’s still normal. And go at 6 a.m. to the sea somehow alarms … probably. And already complete nonsense begins. When you know nothing for sure, but you guess. Moreover, not once. That Sucks. And at such moments you raise your eyes to the sky and shout "well?"

Day 5.
7:00 in the morning, and the girls and I go to the sea. Gorgeous. Cool sea wind invigorates.

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I always turn on this song when I sit by the sea. But not on a hot beach, but in windy weather by the cold sea. This summer I did not go to rest at sea on my own initiative. And what can I say … to visit the sea in the fall, already in November it is cool. Everything is completely different.
In Balaklava visited the Museum of Submarines. Impressed. As soon as I went along the stone corridors, I realized that I would work there. Straight bowels Black Mesa. I especially liked the dry dock where the boats were repaired. Here is a photograph, the quality of course leaves much to be desired, it must be seen with your own eyes.

My friend and I agreed that we should call Geib Newel and invite the entire Valve team to the museum. Maybe they will be inspired, they will come up with a new location, or even look, the 3rd episode will come out faster.

And it is also interesting: maybe someone knows what the last team means?

Could not but take a picture.

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The last morning at the camp site and the guys and I go for the last time at sea. Wonderful. The dawn is very beautiful, especially from the open sea, not bays.
Before the train, we went to Bakhchisarai to the Khan Palace. Yes, the palace is beautiful, the exhibits are interesting, but … if the guide had not said that it did not give us faith, then I would have thought just that way. Some fragments of her story seemed to the propaganda of Islam. I don’t want to offend anyone now, I say only about the museum. All these creeds, reading the Koran- half of our group stood with mental fakepalms. Although at the same time the other half of the group listened to her her breath. Well, what to do.
And finally the train. Yes, yes, yes, home! Another 12 hours of garbage suffering. I fell on the top shelf with a player. And fell asleep. I wake up- there is silence around and sleeps all the coupe, which is surprising. Когда я засыпала был такой проходной двор, и все галдели как галки, а теперь тишина. I idyll straight.
About the evening adventures of our group with conductors and smuggling, it is probably not necessary to describe here. And there is generally nothing interesting. In general, all evening we killed to talk on philosophical topics. Conversations about Nietzsche, Freude, the types of man, the theory of a large explosion and about everything else, how you can load the brain began to load with a friend. As a result, the whole compartment connected. Disputes lasted for a long time, but we agreed that there is no ideal person for everyone, no one would prove the existence of God, and no one would prove the opposite, etc.p. And all this is obvious.
Probably everyone had such moments when you talked with a person, listened to his point of view, pondered it, or maybe even agreed and discussed it. And then completely different people come and start … to talk about the same. 1OO5OO times. Come to the dispute with your interlocutor. And later blame him for the wrong eyes. (I hope I explained in affordably) and this is how it happened during my conversation with a friend to the account of people. Not wanting to argue with my classmates, of course I was silent as usual, so that it all then does not overgrown into a huge problem, as often happens. As a result, my friend was right, but this is not the main thing. And then he asks me "Sonya, it is easy to communicate with you. Why don’t you show your emotions?"(On the expense of this, of course, he bent a little)

Day 7.
In general, arrival in Moscow is already.

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The weather was cloudy, which the song corresponds. And as soon as it began, I looked out the window. We drove Lublino and there are very beautiful graffiti along the road there. Maybe someone has not seen, but on occasion you can pay attention.
Yes, in Moscow it was pretty cool. They lingered at the station. But in my native Moscow, not in Ukraine.
And yet, we are going to the subway, already on Komsomolskaya, on the escalator up, and I hear the advertisement “We invite you to the Igomir exhibition!»The whole group turns on me. Why would it be? = D Well, what to do.

I don’t post photos with me in the title role.
And in conclusion

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