How did I once get lost


One winter I went to a ski-out near the house. The area is familiar, and nothing foreshadowed trouble.

The ski track was good, the sun was shining, a light breeze was blowing towards me. I confidently and quickly walked on my plastic comfortable skiing, sometimes overtaking the elderly and toddlers. Around – a dazzling whiteness, only the trees turn black with trunks. The air is fresh, frosty.

So I walked along the usual route until the track was divided: to the right is the direction I know, straight – new. “I’ll go ahead,” I thought, “there probably are a hill, I skip several times.” I’m tired of the plain. ” And he did.

One low hill to me, indeed, soon met, I gladly rolled off it and got into the holiday village. Around the small houses with closed shutters and wickets, silence, because the owners here in winter do not live. It seemed to me that I was very close to home, I know how to return. Back on the ski track in the hill to climb hard, so I decided to go in the same direction, but in a different way. Imagine my astonishment when I left the holiday village, climbed the hill and did not see, as I expected, my nine-story house in the distance. Where to go? The frost began to penetrate through the clothes, the mood spoiled.

I remembered the advice from the books: in this case, the main thing is to pull yourself together, do not panic. Then you need to concentrate and try to find a landmark, towards which you should move.

“Next to our house is a construction site, the piles are hammered,” I remembered. “We must listen.” He stopped and held his breath. “Don-dong-dong,” came from a distance, muffled. I could see where the sounds were coming from, happily strode in that direction, laying a ski track.

After half an hour a cup of hot tea already met me, my mother scolded for imprudence, and my father praised for resourcefulness.


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How did I once get lost