Noah's ark in Samur waves
Lezgistan as failed Karabakh We will cross the wound at night, my lesgine guides said and, after thinking, added: however, it was possible during the day. But in the afternoon is more expensive. Beasy to the barking of all surrounding dogs, under the windows of a peacefully sleeping Russian border post, we began violation of the state border. Four kilometers over the Samur River, on the stones and traces of smuggling, focusing only on rare lights of the adjacent Azerbaijani village.