fearlessly turning in the direction
This case was told to me by a wonderful man, hunter and writer Boris Yermilovich Tikhomolov.
In the early thirties, he flew in the sky of Karakalpakia. He transported mail, delivered shepherds and geologists to remote plateaus, fishermen – to the Aral Sea, which was still full-flowing and multi-fishy …
But once a week is a must! – in his squad there were training flights, young pilots honed their skills on light single-engine airplanes, at the sight of which the tanned boys ran a race around the dusty bolshak and, pointing at the sky, sullenly yelled Continue reading