The names and surnames in this story are real. Told me her mine friend Voldemar Dauwalter. He is now 47 years old, and he lives in Germany in the city of Kassel. And at the time in question, he lived in the USSR �and his name was not Voldemar, but simply Vova. I transmit the story from his words as they are. Sangarian Hermit I was twelve years old when my sister married a pilot. Her husband got on distribution to the Yakut village of Sangar. Until then, I never I’ve been to those places, and therefore in the summer I decided to go there. Of course, I really liked it there: northern nature, glorious fishing, hunting. 
Photos from open sources My sister and her husband lived in their early years dorms at the airport. There, in room 8, George lived Ivanovich Sofroneev – electrician of the airfield, responsible for lighting runway. It was a little peasant about fifty meter, lean. His room was amazing emptiness: only a bed and a lot of books. George Ivanovich doesn’t have there were neither relatives nor friends. He was distinguished by isolation, communicated with people only if necessary. Those who knocked on him at I didn’t even let the room on the threshold – I talked through a little ajar door. Sofroneev had a reputation as an experienced hunter and the fisherman. And no wonder: he lived in Sangar almost all his life and was in charge of all fishing places. Many tried to make friends with him so that to learn his secrets, but only he always hunted and fished alone. Little friend. I don’t know how he liked me, but one day George Ivanovich suddenly came up to me and offered me go fishing with him. When I told my sister about this, she she was frightened: you never know what can get into the mind of this loner? AND yet she let me go fishing. Subsequently, seeing that nothing bad did not happen, but on the contrary, we with George Ivanovich very became friends, sister and completely calmed down. What was told about the hermit proved to be true. He really knew everything around the best places for fishing and hunting, well versed in the habits of fish and animals, he knew many signs. Nature was his home to relatives. George Ivanovich himself once admitted that, besides nature, he does not need anything in life. He did not believe in God, but he believed in some extraordinary higher forces of nature hidden from people – in spirits taiga, fire, water, the patron saint of hunting. He had a number of principles, which he strictly observed. – Do you want to eat a duck – killed, do not want “Don’t,” he instructed me. – Do you want to take home a duck? So – slap only one, not two! Nothing extra! The hermit turned out to be a very brave man. For example, once he told how alone in a light kayak he went down the Lena River from Yakutsk to Sangara, as he rolled over in a boat, froze without matches. – All it was very good, ”he said. – It’s a pity, I didn’t have it workmate. If you were older, we would give you a second kayak built. However, it is unlikely that he would take me on such a dangerous route. After all, usually Georgy Ivanovich was very concerned about me. During we always wore a life jacket on my boat trips, made sure that there was a life buoy next to me, and if I I got up in a boat at full height, scolded me strongly: “This is dangerous!” Diligent student Since then, every year for the summer holidays went precisely to Sangar. There I made many friends (with we still communicate with some). And one of my best friends was Of course, Georgy Ivanovich Sofroneev. “He was really waiting for me, always met at the ramp of the plane. And the first thing he suggested the next day to go fishing with him. We usually left for three or four days. Georgy Ivanovich, on the one hand, gave me complete freedom action, treated me like an adult, and at the same time constantly instructed as an inexperienced student. Gradually he handed me the baggage of knowledge that he himself comprehended over the years of his life in taiga. For example, he showed how to find out a fishing spot on a lake or river: by the purity of water, by air temperature … I found out what the time of day will be the best catch, I could determine by sunset color what the weather will be, and much more. It got to the point that I became Amaze your village boys with your knowledge. We used to come with them to the river. – There is no fish! – I say. “How do you know?” -they are laughing. – He came from the city and points! Then they throw fishing rods, and the fish really do not bite! I suggest showing where it is necessary to catch. They do not believe. I have to almost persuade. Finally, we board a boat, circling the river for a while, and then I declare: “Here!” Throw fishing rods: fish – the sea! And this despite that my knowledge in this matter is a trifle compared to what I knew George Ivanovich. Frankly, many really envied my friendship with him. Secret place I was sixteen or seventeen years, when George Ivanovich suddenly suggested: – Listen, Bobka (that’s how Vovka sounded in the Yakut manner), let’s go to one a place. I have not been there for two years, I want to show you something. 
Photos from open sources We raced for a long time along the river on the motor the boat “Oka-4”. Then we approached a rather steep bank, and I saw: in that place on earth, logs are laid side by side. It turned out that the flooring was prepared long ago by Georgy Ivanovich himself. On logs by this we dragged the boat about four hundred meters, and then lowered it into the forest lake. Then we crossed the lake and entered the river channel. – Here! – finally announced George Ivanovich. Frankly, for fishing the place turned out to be a real paradise! However, we there, as it turned out, profit not fishing at all. We are located on the banks of overgrown peninsula forest. They put up a tent, lit a fire. While I was cleaning potatoes, Georgy Ivanovich caught fish for fish soup, gutted and put in a bowler hat. When did all the preparations for dinner finished, my friend took out a large piece of meat with bone and went into the forest, nodding to me, they say, follow me. We moved away from the tent meters at three hundred to the edge of the forest. Then the hermit went to the huge to the old stump and, putting meat on it, said: – This is – chuchun! -To whom? I did not understand. And George Ivanovich told such a story. Wounded Yeti In 1971, Georgy Ivanovich found it in the taiga blessed place. Then he set up the tent in the same way, I went fishing, hunted, ate and went to bed in the evening. And suddenly he hears in the middle of the night, someone wanders around the tent. George Ivanovich carefully he got up, took his gun, looked out of the tent and was dumbfounded. – Look – the person walks: huge and hairy, like a beast! Exactly i think Chuchun (as the Yakuts call the creature, something like a snow man), -said George Ivanovich. Looking closer, he noticed that the uninvited guest was very lame and even dragged along leg. Looks like somewhere in the taiga injured. George Ivanovich had the habit of putting all leftover food on the beach in one place – for gulls and other animals. Do not waste good! So this one Chuchun raked all these scraps, then shook out the contents of those standing at campfire pots and bowls, straight ate with his hands from the ground and left. -Of course, I was very scared, – admitted George Ivanovich. -When the “guest” left, I got out of the tent, examined the territory and noticed blood on the ground. “Apparently this chuchun was hurt!” -I thought. And I felt so sorry for him … The next day, before than to leave, Georgy Ivanovich collected everything edible that he had: open can of stews, bread, sugar, stacked in a large cup and put on the same old stump. Forest buddy Returning home, the hermit did not find a place for himself, he was thinking about wounded “forest man”: “How is he there?” Thought, thought, and then took the boat lighter – rubber – and went to where he met Yakut Yeti. The cup left by him stood on a stump, but only all its contents disappeared. Near the stump, Georgy Ivanovich noticed blood, but just a little bit. Then he laid out all that brought: raw meat, bread, fish, and then got into a boat and set sail. Turned around – from the forest appeared chuchun. I went to a stump, took food and hid among the trees. Over the next month, George Ivanovich fed his new acquaintance. He’s food for him mined on the way on the river and in the forest. Once upon a time, George Ivanovich even missed work – did not have time to return on time. By According to Georgy Ivanovich, this creature is quite reasonable. Himself he believed that chuchun comes from somewhere “from the world of spirits.” Yeti very wary of a man and left the forest only after he sailed on the boat for two hundred meters. However, with each time he more and more trusted the person, and the distance between them gradually declining. It even got to the point that Chuchun began to thank George Ivanovich: he will come out of the forest, collect left food, press with one hand to the chest, and free necessarily wave the hunter. A kind of snowman “thank you”! By the way, he never took a cup of chuchun, always left it on a stump. Georgy Ivanovich noted that Chuchun is recovering: everything is limping less and less heals. When the hunter saw the chuchun in the last time, he fully recovered from the wound. That day before than taking food, the yeti waved to his friend with both hands. Since they did not see each other again. Alas, our friendship with Georgy Ivanovich too interrupted. At first I was drafted into the army. When did I come back and I arrived in Sangar, I didn’t find the hermit – he was visiting some relatives. Then I went to study, and then found out that George Ivanovich died. They say no one came to his funeral, nor one relative. He buried his airport, in which he worked all own life. About ten people attended the funeral. Andrey EFREMOV, Yakutsk
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