"I lost and found a husband ..."
In the summer of 2007, a team of Russian rafters disappeared on the Yurunkash River in China. Three weeks there was no news from him. For three weeks, while rescuers were looking for missing tourists, I did not know anything about his fate. The fall of 2007, neither I nor my husband will ever forget. It would seem that time should heal, and new events, emotions “quench” memories. What is there!
In the summer of 2007, a team of Russian rafters disappeared on the Yurunkash River in China. Three weeks there was no news from him.
For three weeks, while rescuers were looking for missing tourists, I did not know anything about his fate. What is there! We were not painted then. They put it off for later: I have a lot of things to do at work, Sasha was preparing for the expedition. On August 18, his group started from the high-mountain village of Polar. This is in China. The last guys saw the guides - local residents. For 15 days we did not receive a call or news from the guys. And here is the message from news agencies: “An empty raft belonging to the Russian rafts was found on the slopes of the Ustyuntag ridge. Athletes could not be found. The authorities of the Middle Kingdom mobilized about a thousand police and military personnel, connected the shepherds. The President of the Russian Federation directly appealed to the Chinese leadership with a request for permission to fly Il-76 with the Ministry of Emergencies to the search zone for our tourists. ”
I had never thought before whether I was strong or weak, what is my margin of safety. And in those days I didn’t think. There was nothing around, and I don’t know whether I was myself. As if a man was left with one thought and nothing but. There is no sun, no people, no sounds, no words. There is only: “Lord, save him. Sasha, Sasha, live. ” Either a prayer, or a cry from which both head and heart are torn ...
We met eleven years ago. Each with his own company, wrapping backpacks, tents, guitars on himself, went out of town. The parking lots were nearby. Now, when Sasha is asked: “Where did you meet your future spouse?” - he answers: “In the forest”. It was not love at first sight - it really came together five years ago. Not earlier. Sasha became friends with my son from his first marriage, Misha. They are both nice guys and easily found a common language. We travel together, spend a weekend at the Kazan lakes, skiing.
I am an ophthalmologist by profession, Sasha is a chemist. PhD, working as a fitness trainer. Surprised? Oh, it is impossible to lock him in four walls, forcing him to abandon sports, tourism, - he grew up traveling. Seven-year-old kid went with his parents to the mountain rivers. He has a special composition of blood! I, too, was brought up in a family of incorrigible romantics. Mom and dad took me on hikes from the age of six. I also do not mind wandering along the forest paths with a backpack, to overcome a couple of thresholds. When I succeed, I go skiing, tried to surf, I once flew a paraglider. In travels, true values are more clearly manifested and sharper perceived - friendship, support from one's neighbor, strength of character. A life like litmus paper will not hide anything. This man is good, this one is a coward.
Usually Sasha leaves on an expedition for a short time - for 2-3 weeks. The most difficult for me were his trips to Taimyr (it lasted a month and a half) and the last - to China ... ...
Day, second, third ... Sasha spent 25 days without food. There were fewer and fewer hopes that he would survive. Where is he? In the mountains? By the river? What about him? But I believed. And waited. I decided - I won’t cry, I’ll gather my fist. In the morning I went to work. In the evening - to the church. I prayed. I tried not to meet with anyone, not to discuss anything, not to complain to anyone. And what would other people's tears and consolations give? Would this help Sasha, his friends? No, I'm not strong, circumstances forced me to look for strength in myself. This is probably why she kept in touch only with the family members of the disappeared team. And she avoided communicating with journalists, colleagues, neighbors.
The search for the rafters was greatly hindered by a sandstorm - it determined the pace of the operation. When the dust settled a little, our rescuers managed to land not far from the two-seater catamaran, even from the air they noticed some movement below ... Within a few hours, Sasha was taken to Russia.
He immediately dialed my phone number: “I’ll come - we’ll go straight to the registry office. You know, I’ve made a list of guests here. ” Like a shadow, dry, skinny, Sasha still joked. However, I also tried to look funny when he came out of the plane to me. She said then: “Oh, I did not recognize you. Rejuvenated, freshened. Well, right, Tom Cruise! ” But she wanted to sob. ...
After Sasha’s return, we submitted documents to the registry office, started arranging a new apartment, bought a tourist ticket to Egypt. I wore a red dress for the wedding. Honestly, I chose on the run. After work, I popped into the salon. I liked it - I took it.
Our witness, Sasha’s friend Kostya Platov, turned the wedding into a show. He himself put on a national Chinese costume, ordered to decorate the garden at the registry office with balloons, hang up scrolls on the trees with wishes, and made up mystery questions for us. Sasha was forced to answer what color I used to wear contact lenses. And I wondered for a long time how exactly Sasha’s candidate’s dissertation was called. From the date Sashin started rafting on the mountain river Yurunkash, and still I live with a clear feeling that they put me on a train and show me some kind of movie. This is probably a protective reaction of the body - everything that happens seems unrealistic. I catch myself thinking: “Am I sleeping? Where is the reality? That would enable fast forward, as in a VCR. ”
And more ... After that story, I endlessly ask myself: will I object to my husband’s next expeditions? Not. I understand him. This is a matter of his life. Of course, every time I wait, I worry. And where to go?