Traveler Notes 2 Night In The Steppe

We, having lost our way on our old GAZ-55 in the steppe, stopped at the nomads, shepherds. The head of the clan invited us to his large, white yurt. He watered it with fragrant koumiss, treated it with boiled lamb, and gave it a taste of herbal tea from Zezifora.

We were lucky that our professor was from the same kind as the nomad, we are urban, from farmers, and he is nomadic.

So, a generous welcome was provided to us. Nomads believe that if you are from the same clan, it means almost a relative. So he told us. Whether this is true or not, we did not specify ...

After listening to the singer, well in the steppe, at night, in a warm company, throat singing surprisingly reveals the soul to a person. It brings back some ancient memories of past generations. Then, the head asked why we were in the steppe, what we were doing, looking for what?

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The expedition was devoted to the search for the trade infrastructure of the Silk Road, which also pa.s.sed along the steppe. Many legends are a.s.sociated with this place. And sometimes there are remains or ruins of a medieval caravan of sheds and ancient sardobes (underground reservoirs). At various time periods, the caravanserais were separated from each other at a distance of 25 sometimes and 35 km. So, having a map in our hands, we are partic.i.p.ants in field studies, engaged in their verification. One thing is to identify and apply them, another to check on the ground. Oh, that's what we told the chapter.

He told us an interesting story that happened to his one of his ancestors. It was at the beginning of the 19th century.

Once his ancestor set off with a small caravan from Keder to Kashgar. On the way back they were informed that the trade route they were following was blocked due to the unrest of the specific owner. So I had to go a circular road through the mountains. A blizzard happened, the caravan almost died, only the ancestor escaped, with two horses. I woke up in a cave near the highlanders. He went out and then was invited to the elder.

In the morning, the merchant was already traveling with his young wife and a small caravan to his native steppe.
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As it turned out, that in the distant mountains his donkey family, which had fled in the last century, was troubled at that time, feudal strife, then large cities were empty, people left in the steppes, deserts and mountains. But, you had to trade anyway. And people of one kind went into the mountains, and so they stayed there.

The highlanders saw a tamga at the young merchant and recognized his cousin in it. Miracles sometimes happen. So misfortune turned into a rare success. The merchant established a new trade route, bypa.s.sing customs, everyone was fine. Old, dangling ties have recovered.

So we have relatives in Lah.o.r.e, if that, said the head of the clan.

In the tunduk * one could see a piece of the night sky, bright stars and a huge moon, from far away came the throat singing of akyn and the world was immersed in magic ...

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tunduk * - a grill with a round rim in the center of the yurt dome for lighting, ventilation and smoke removal from the source