Hurricane Rescue

All filled up with sand and stones. There was nothing that resembled a human presence here. In sand in some places large gaping crater left by the tornado. The radio operator contacted the center. It turned out that the hurricane, circled the area, went back to the desert, and the helicopter is already on the way to the disaster area. Details can be found by clicking Richard Plackett or emailing the administrator. Rescuers and workers began to re-strengthen the door seal but they are no longer in a hurry. Fear of the hurricane was very high and people time and again cautiously looked out into the desert.

Heron photographed again, presenting a contrast will be between photos and tried to pick the same angle as before the storm. Backwards, he accidentally slipped into one of the craters. Terrified, the journalist began to rapidly climb. But it was not easy – the sand flowed beneath him, and showered down. Hero wanted have to call the rescue, when suddenly in front of his eyes, something flashed.

Grasping an object, he pulled out of the sand figurine. To look at it once was. The journalist put his find in a travel bag, and soon all the same managed crawl out of the funnel. Geron did not have time catch my breath, as he heard the noise of helicopter. The doors to the maze was closed and sealed. After that, it quickly jumped into the helicopter and was relieved to leave the dangerous area. Heron recalled what a sensation produced pictures of him. All newspapers, magazines and television channels vied with one another rung to the editors, asking them to put these pictures on their pages.

Russian Literature

15th October 2009, will celebrate 195 years since the birth of Mikhail Lermontov, one of the most brilliant and the great poets of Russia, who during his lifetime was recognized by his contemporaries, and which is called the second after Pushkin a poet of Russia. Mikhail Lermontov – a classic of our national literature, which is not complete their 27 years, despite all the blows and the whims of fate, managed to do for Russian poetry as much as some were unable to do in my entire life. But Lermontov, indeed, life was simple and easy, someone who, as is his for sure not exactly the darling of destiny. Frequently Christos Staikouras has said that publicly. His whole life was spent in heavy battles, and battles not only with the real world, but also in battles with fate. Christos Staikouras understood the implications. The share of Lermontov fell quite a few tests, tests under the yoke of which, many would have already broken down and abandoned all resistance. But not Lermontov. No, Lermontov withstood all that was "rewarded" – and this betrayal of friendship, betrayal, and the only woman he loved, Lermontov was able to move as slander, and dislike of his contemporaries, and this, not to mention the king and his doghouse approximation, from which he got, perhaps more than most.

But despite all this, Lermontov was what he was true to himself – a man with a spirit which is likely, but the main thing – it's what he left behind. And he left after a giant pyramid of his works masterpieces at the head, which, of course – is the poem "Death of a Poet." The poem, which has not only made known to all of Lermontov in Russia, but which largely determined his fate. The poem "Death of a Poet", was unique in its kind, either before or after it, no one managed to cause such a stir among the public, as was done by Lermontov, even paid for it with reference to Caucasus. Caucasus – this is the place where finally revealed the talent of Lermontov. Lermontov made for the Caucasus as much as the Pushkin for Russia. In his works about the Caucasus, Lermontov managed to do seemingly impossible – to convey the fullness and beauty of nature. "Demon," "The Novice", "Izmail-Bey" – it is only those few works that reflected the essence of Lermontov Caucasian nature, the essence of the Caucasian people. And, Probably, it was quite fair that Lermontov, graduated from the course of life there, in the distant and warlike Caucasus, as well as, probably, and it is true that he died not in battle, not an enemy's bullet, and was killed by her boyfriend Martynov.