Here, near this spring, I finished my trip... They say the spring is very tasty and healing. Alas! I have not checked... A lot of dead frogs floated there... The water is saturated with carbon dioxide and a frog dies after jumping into it...
Well, some patience and I drank water from the river Mzymta. Then – the cities of Adler and Sochi. A warm gentle sea, but... The vacation was almost over. It was time to go underground. To the mine... I remembered the epilogue of Saint Joan by Bernard Shaw. This soldier is a sinner going to the inferno after death. But he annually gets a day leave and comes back to the world. It is his award for when they were taking Joan to the place of execution he tied two sticks in a cross and gave it to her. For 500 years he annually has a walk in the world. But the rooster crowed and he returns to the inferno. He does not despair! No! He is thankful for the day he spent at large and now... a rooster has crowed. That's it!
I felt something like that going back to Norilsk. There was the Caucasus. There was beauty. Improbable! But... A rooster has crowed. That's it!