Seventh day : Ilmensky Reserve

The climb! We do not have time to sleep, we are already waiting for the Ilmenski reserve - "mineral paradise", "reference mineral object", "Mecca of mineralogists around the world". Judging by the descriptions on the Internet, inside the reserve, it is unlikely that the situation will explode, but at the entrance, there is a museum of mineralogy. For the purchase of collectible minerals, a sum of money has long been postponed, despite the austerity regime. We are going there. To begin, we visit the Miass Museum of Local Culture. Suddenly, something interesting will be invited. The museum closes for lunch after 15 minutes, but we promise to promise "we're fast" and run inside. The exhibition of the fleeing museum is not impressive, but in one of the rooms there was still a batik exhibition. There is no one in the room except one aunt sitting alone in a corner. In response to Antoshin 's reasoning , very vehement, that I probably would have drawn better, a voice suddenly came from the corner: "Are you also drawing? It turned out that the aunt is the author of the works . Mom stopped, we were all three happy to discuss the drawing process. Looking at the pictures, a man with a camera was spinning in the lobby. I asked to take photos with interest by examining photos of Sanya , authorized. All right, there is nothing to catch, especially Ilmeny ! Today, Lech pushes us all the time, because he planned to dive for the evening and to flood also the walk bath for us ... It is the Ilmensky reserve . They sell all kinds of stone earrings and, of course, mineral samples directly on the street. Our eyes burn with my mother, we rush, constantly forgetting Sanya somewhere. Lech Sanya still picks up, so without scruples of conscience we leave him - and we rush to the museum. The museum is big. We walk on it for a long time. First, quickly, running, from the window to the window, trying to note everything: "look, look, but this one, my little black - it turns out to be an astrophyllite !" "Oh, we have one!" ... Then, more slowly: "Damn, how many of them, these greens!", "You do not distinguish them in life, they are somehow the same!", "If you do not destroy the on board, you will understand that it is him! "... It was then completely depressing and they stopped writing:" Is there another floor? " ," I thought all my life that it was a Chlorine wedge, and which one - another ... "They said we did not understand anything about minerals, my head ached because of the mess and my mother's heart sank ... Phew, look! I feel better. According to the descriptions on the Internet, we remember another hot spot: right behind the museum, there should be a stonemason workshop. We turn the corner, go look. As a result, we find the building in which the museum was located, and around, in the bushes - pebbles, pebbles, pebbles, different samples, with painted numbers! I'm in the shrubs, my mother is in the shrubs, Toch is in the shrubs ... We collect, collect, collect ... Pockets we miss cruelly, get bags of linen, we fill them all together also .. Lech and Sasha are quietly trailing the bags in an isolated place in the forest - the Ilmensky reserve is actually a closed area, you can not walk there, and only with bags of minerals ... Some men go out from the building, they call us black diggers . And we do not care, we are extremely happy! We leave the reserve trying to hide the heavy bags under the jackets ... We leave Ilmen with a sense of accomplishment ... We look at the stones from the beginning, Lech makes fun of us. We arrive at the car park, Lech lights a fire in a hot bath, let Anton keep the fire going and dive into the lake. We meet him on the beach with vodka and snacks, the weather is cool, we enjoy the view of the lake. Lech emerges periodically, brings us pebbles and seaweed from the bottom, tells us what kind of fish swim, drink and dive again ... Lech dives a long time. We have time to cook and warm the dinner several times, pour - drink, still - pour - drink ... Anton runs occasionally to check the fire in the bath ... Finally, Lech emerges definitively and will check the bath. It turns out, neglected Anton, the fire does not burn at all, in the bath of cold water ... "Well, two hours more - and we just go wash ourselves." Two o'clock! It is not at all hot in the street, of course, I want to wash, but not in a bath in the street, but in a warm place and preferably at this time, or even want to sleep ... But the camp bath is so interesting! Of course, we will wait two hours! Sharahalsya with a flashlight on the beach from the bath to the car and back, pick up cones and chips, wait ... Hurray! We go to bed almost clean!