"Sin Biir Buolbaat?"

The diary of a frozen person Sergey Mostovshchikov transfers from Yakutsk

Personally, I answered quite confused to myself the question of how to get to Yakutsk in mid -January 2021. This is later, of course, I figured out what was happening a little, but at first it seemed to me, as it should be in Russia, completely missing. For some reason, Aeroflot does not fly to the capital of Yakutia and offers those who want to try the nearest Magadan (1868 km). Numerous sites with tickets every day give out some exotic schemes with transfers from a plane aircraft and a chance to spend more than 20 hours on the way, spending a monthly budget of several pensioners, plus some resources of the Moscow Mayor Sobyanin for the breastfeeding in the capital's family of the fifth young-orphans from Tsarevokokshaysk (currently Yoshkar-Ola).

I don't know why this flight of mine began so difficult, probably

Yakutsk generally always decides how and to whom he will get. But I finally bought tickets on some Spanish tourist site,

The content of which was clearly translated into Russian by the space robot Fedor under the dictation of his father Dmitry Rogozin. Type "under any conditions, reverse money is not a happy meeting back." Reviews of users about this service basically began with the words “Be damn”, “Break to hell” and “Who else can I turn to?”.

As a result, at the registration stance in Vnukovo, a kind woman in a mask looked at me with her eyes full of horror and compassion.

- Who are you? She asked me, and in a sense it was the only true question in this situation.

My surname and the name were confused by the places, the passport data are not entered into the system.

“Yul,” a kind woman called somewhere into the great nothing, where all the fate of people and passengers are decided. - There is a confusing person. Everything is backwards. What should we do with him?

“Yes, what a hell is the difference,” they answered the phone, and it was a sign that finally placed everything in his place. Still, I flew to the airport named after Platon of Oyunsky, the author of the immortal poem “Sin Biir Buolbaat?”, Which in the translation from Yakutsky means “Is it all the same?”. A member of the CPSU since March 1918, a poet, writer, official, arrested, tortured, rehabilitated and laid the foundations of a syllabo-tonic verse in a yakutka culture, he knew what he was saying. Here is the point: it is important to know not how to fly to Yakutsk, but why.

For what?! Well, that is? I was already dawned on me in the departure zone. Of course, in order to find your place in the middle world, especially if you feel like the creature of the seventh heavenly tier, which is patronized by the magic great raven of Uluu Suorun Toyon. Now it was necessary for me to find out, but first to make a difficult choice between the oxygen bar and the beer “croutons”. Minus fifty, fog, mammoths, foams, Yukol and the current socio-political discourse-all this was still ahead.