A huge mass of thick ice covered all distances within the radius of view. He says... Ice. These peals of thunder are often frightening, because it is impossible to get used to the voice of Baikal in a few days. The heart stops, and thoughts arise in my head like lightning: "Now it will disperse under my feet, and ... I will fail." Scary. But it is fear that awakens greed. Want more.
What does Baikal say? What he says? His voice is ice-bound and sounds like bursting cracks? Or is it the voice of culture, life and folklore of the locals, at the occurrence of which goosebumps begin to fill the whole body!
