Freeze Of The Horse
Here's a piece of Ksenie Nemsevich's memories, born in Ungerman, six months in Cabardino Balcaria. The names of those who came to Nalc in the 30s of the past century are striking.
“... By completing the museum, its Caucasus sector, we were invited to make fries 40 metres, already in Cabardino Balcaria, which was supposed to celebrate the 25th anniversary of its existence. The celebration was very airy. We are Apollo Kutateladze, Lado Andjaparidze, and I arrived six months before the holiday, that is to say that fries were still in the palace of culture.
Secretary Kab-Balk, there was an extraordinary man, Bethal Kalmakov.
Bethal Kalmakov was very funny. When we -- me, Apollo and Lado came to Nallik, loaded like wolves (40 meters blanks, paints, brushes, cartons and personal belongings), we were landed in front of the hotel, deserted in this early hour. Having overcome all the difficulties of transplantation (directly, no), we arrived at Nallica at 5-6 in the morning, tired and dreaming of bed and bath. But, alas, my comrades went to the hotel, so I stayed on things waiting for them and the room in the gazelle.
