The surprise for Tadej and Sasha turned to a kind of surprise for myself. Sail on the racket to Divnogorsk. It is so beautiful… Divnogorsk itself is so tine and fairy, as a town of my childhood – Bratsk. As if it were from Krapivin’s books. It seems, that if you only you turn round the corner, and get through the hole in a fence – plenty of mistery things start happenning around you.
Wind on Grenada was too strong, but it was still amazing. Every time, I turned back accidentally on the way to the take-off, I stiffen with astonishment. Who draw this bright blue river on the background from green hills behind my back?