The crimean trip

The Crimean Trip

(author: MercEdes)


They started early in the morning on Wednesday. The way was quite long and exhausting, however, the weather was quite good and pleasant. The pre-scheduled travelling time was about ten to eleven hours. Thus, each of them might expect certain difficulties on the road associated mainly with the traffic police actions. Indeed, there were some stressful situations. They were successfully not involved in them...

They stopped several times on the road, had their meals, found a wonderful place for enjoying the landscapes and each other… Definitely, the Crimean nature was very specific and unforgettably beautiful...

On their way to the heart of the Crimea, Yalta, they passed through Simferopol, the capital, and were really happy to leave it, as the traffic jams were unbearable. She enjoyed immensely the high speed and her favourite music in the ear-phones on the relatively free suburban roads.

However, their first night they decided to spend in Sevastopol, “the city of white stone” (the Crimean architecture, in other words). The owner of the rented apartment (the ground floor of a two-storeyed building) gave them the address in Pozharov street, however, it was quite difficult to find the right place at once… She suddenly saw the sign “Pozharov” and they hurried there. It appeared to be “Pozharov’s ceremonial services”… They laughed as it was obviously early for them to visit such places...

In the morning she got up very early and put her favourite rosy dress on, the effect was immediate as soon as he saw her… they made love and later drove to the sea. The photo session was unforgettable, as it was made with love and admiration...

The next two nights they spent in Balaklava, her favourite Crimean town. They visited one of the most popular restaurants famous for its delicious fish cuisine. Fussing waiter tried to be polite, nevertheless, was careless and inattentive constantly forgetting about the necessary things, such as napkins, for instance… The day was very windy and they were blown from the table into the water from time to time… They were flying in the air like the sea-gulls abundantly present around. On the one hand, they were periodically fed by the visitors, on the other, they hunted numerous fish. One of the sea-gulls she liked most of all suddenly caught a fish and broke her neck and bones later swollowing it. The woman stopped thinking about the beauty of the bird and felt sudden pain and disappointment.

Than they swam in the sea. Though it was a bit stormy she enjoyed the swimming immensely. (However, later he noticed that the place could hardly be called the Beach as it was made of concrete and the territory was too small for the municipal place for bathing and swimming). Personal presents for relatives and some friends were also obligatory. Certainly, they performed their duty with care… Several towels and small souvenirs were enough to express gratitude...

The next day in Balaklava was Sunday. The walking trip high up into the mountains was unexpectedly pleasant, though there were certain difficulties in it. She couldn’t expect that all her sport abilities would be so useful this time. Before returning back to the embankment they even managed to swim in the bay. A cup of coffee in one of the cafes was timely for her… He was patiently waiting...

In the evening they got to Cape Fiolent where St. Georgij Monastery was the most important place for her to visit. They prayed in the Church, put some candles for health and soon left… As soon as they left the Monastery a quarrel took place as he again told her he was not ready to marry her in the Church...

The way back was spoiled, they couldn’t talk… She felt that her heart was breaking into pieces… On the one hand, she wanted to live with the beloved man, on the other hand, her religious duties and understanding hinted her to stop this relationship.

Later she explained to him that she wanted them both to be solved, therefore she was pressing him to make the decision quicker… She couldn’t talk with him for quite a long period of time, however, later they drank champagne, ate some chocolate, ice-cream and other food… Making love was difficult for both, mentally for her and physically for him. She couldn’t sleep at all, stood on a balcony, listened to her favourite music, watched the bats in the sky and was happy that the Crimean ecology was still quite good...

Monday… He suddenly woke up at night, could hardly breathe, that was a blood pressure attack. He was nervous, took pills… She treated him by her hands asking to imagine a white light beam coming into his head and replacing all negative, black and threatening thoughts. Soon they both fell asleep. The screams of morning cocks woke her up...

They left Balaklava in the morning having expressed their gratitude to the mistress… and forgot to buy the Crimean wine in this hospitable and warm town… Thanks God!

Half of next day was spent on the road to Yalta through Alupka. Alupka met them strangely: they were offered a lower price for the apartment by Moslems (but she did not want to live with them), however, Christians (her religious “brothers”) asked for a higher price (that was really unbearable for her!)… and she hated Alupka this time… Vorontsovskiy Palace was nevertheless visited, though very quickly and without due attention… superficially...

The highway to Yalta was incomparably beautiful: rocks, forests, mists and sea… For him, however, the road was nerve-wracking and the uncertainty forward...

In Yalta they stopped in the centre, got lost several times and quarelled again. They were very tired, nervous and hungry… On their way she noticed a church and started praying to find a place to live and have a good rest… Miracles started immediately… The woman walking near her hated smoking as she herself did. They both stopped to give way to the smoking tourists (from Italy, perhaps) and discussed the possibility to find a place to stop for a night or two. The only way out  was to drive to the bus station and find a landlady.

She was already so tired of discussing anything with him that simply asked to solve the question correspondingly and stayed in the car… In several minutes he came back with a granny about eighty years old, however, very energetic and active, friendly, understanding and caring. She had her own car, several flats for rent and, certainly, created the impression of a successful woman. He admired her ability to drive, which was explained by her 56-year experience...

She took them to her apartment and was so polite and understanding that the woman loved her forever… Perhaps, the grandma felt the sincerity of her she-guest and decided to share the most intimate things with her...

Obviously, the old woman was very lonely deep inside her heart, as her beloved husband was already gone and the only son became an alcoholic… According to her own words, the son was “unfortunate”. Leaving Yalta the woman promised to pray for the landlady’s son, though understanding she would never hear about the results of such prayer… God’s will, you know.

They returned back home and decided to live together, however, he couldn’t stand her struggle for popularity and failed to defend her several times. She was patient at first trying to save the relationship but later understood that fighting for LOVE should be made by both and left him alone (with all his complexes, greed, uncertainty and absence of politeness with reference to her)...

Noone could help them this time… though the pictures taken were really beautiful...

10-13-2010 Odessa

(To be continued, perhaps...)