Leonid Starikovsky. Sample style and interesting facts

"no government is to blame... not any rulers"
Elementary. None. None.
"This great country, for centuries, built its entire existence on the enslavement of many, many peoples..."
I categorically do not accept this detachment. Either the hero of the story admits that for some reason he firmly believed that his country was the very best, then he suddenly saw the light and willingly borrows the expression this country, just God forbid not to say “our (or my native) country.” Yes, from time immemorial, Russia has been characterized by miserable rickety huts, drunkenness, arbitrariness of power, rudeness, technological backwardness and a great many other sins and disgraces, but one cannot blame an entire people for these sins, put them lower than others, accuse them of senseless aggression and enslavement of others peoples Don't you know the history of other nations? Yes, the entire history of mankind is an attempt by one ethnic group, ethnic community, a nation to seize, through continuous expansion, the territory of another. All world history is the history of the rise and fall of empires. Look how the community of a small provincial village, located on the border of the territory of the Latin tribal union, over the course of several centuries of its existence, through seizures, robbery, assimilation and enslavement of its neighbors, built a huge state, the very name of which was later given to other states. Russia in this regard is no worse and no better than other “successful enslavers” in the host of “great powers.”
"cozy little houses under red tiled roofs, just like in Germany."
Well, let's say, not all. I was both there and there. There are differences in landscapes, landscapes, and architecture. On the road between Karlovy Vary and Prague I also saw gray, nondescript houses, covered with far from red tiles. But there are also many similarities, which is not surprising, since the Czech rulers, starting with the Premyslids, encouraged German colonization for centuries, and then the Czech kings (Otakar) lost the dispute for the crown of the Holy Roman Empire and gradually it came to the point that Czech survived only in villages, and the population of the kingdom after Thirty Years' War amounted to some 30 thousand people. I once drove (during socialist times) from Budapest to Pécs: beautiful landscapes with scarlet poppies, good-quality brick two-story houses, everything is well-kept, the shops “have everything” - so why should I despise my people in this regard and sing the praises of the Hungarians , who in the past mercilessly enslaved the Slavs? By the way, ethnically Hungarians are heavily Slavicized.
“Yes, they don’t like Russians here, considering them, as in the Baltic states and other republics, as occupiers.”
The Balts, except for a part of the Lithuanians (who once grabbed almost the entire future Ukraine and Western Rus' for a great life), never had their own statehood - their territories were always occupied by someone, but, of course, the last occupiers - the Russians - are to blame.
Imagine that the Czechs do not like the Germans (the Austro-Hungarian times and the times of the protectorate have not been erased from the people’s memory), they do not like the Poles, and they do not favor the Hungarians either. During the Czechoslovak Socialist Republic, especially under Husak, there was hostility towards the Slovaks. I did not invent all this, but I know this from communicating with Czechs and observing their life in the mid-70s, and then later. This is a common worldwide phenomenon, caused by those periods of history when one country fell into the zone of influence of another or was in conflict with it. The Scots do not like the English, and they pay them in the same coin. The Poles do not favor us, and we do not favor them. The Walloons do not tolerate the Flemings well. Spaniards - Portuguese, etc. etc. I am silent about the orgy of anti-Russian sentiment that is being cultivated in Ukraine.
“for all their shortcomings, they live a hundred times better, and most importantly, more worthy than us”
The layman's conclusion. Yes, all of Europe, perhaps with the exception of Albania and Romania during the Ceausescu era, lives better than us in terms of living standards. And for at least half a thousand years she lived materially “better” than us. This does not mean that Russians are a lower or worse race and that they should be spat upon when explaining the reasons for their resettlement abroad. By the way, a considerable part of the Czechs during the time of Austria-Hungary, unable to withstand German oppression, moved to modern Ukraine and the Caucasian coast of the Black Sea (Arkhipo-Osipovka, for example). I knew one Georgian family of this origin. A respectable lady from Tbilisi, having learned that I was studying the Czech language, asked me what her maiden name, Broucek, meant.
“The thirst for Pugachev’s rebellion awoke in me”
I dare to assure you that things are moving forward, at least in Moscow, where the one-stop-shop system works well and now there is no need to go to the streets. Again, swagger and bureaucracy are our tradition, but not only Russian; The French in conversations told me about the dominance of bureaucracy in their country, and I had the good fortune to become personally acquainted with the Israeli bureaucracy and attempts to deceive a foreigner.
“having left there the problems, the criminal situation, the deceit and corruption of all-powerful officials, the eternally drunk and unhappy people, we left our life there, no matter what it was.”
And why am I, unfortunate one, not yet dead from drinking, smoking, and wearing clothes? Marvelous. And it doesn’t pull me to heaven on earth. And I don’t need to explain to anyone why I fled from “this country” that I hated, with its alcoholism, rudeness, hypocrisy, rampant crime and lack of democracy.
“Unlike America, there is no diaspora here.”
Yes, there is no diaspora in America! There are communities of Germans, Italians, Irish, Ukrainians, Chinese, Indians, Puerto Ricans and other Latinos. There are communities of former Soviet and Russian Jews who are united by the Russian language and mentality, while Russians themselves (as a rule, the creative intelligentsia) do not form any kind of diaspora, but, as a rule, live on their own. I also met descendants of the old Russian intelligentsia (the Ziloti family, for example, some nostalgic ladies in furs speaking the St. Petersburg dialect of the early 20th century). But everyone lives separately.
"You can live your whole life there, become an American citizen, and barely speak English."
So what? There are dozens of Russian-language newspapers and the REKA radio station in Israel. In Israel, Russian is spoken on the beach, just like on the Atlantic coast in the outskirts of New York. There I heard how a poor immigrant engineer was proud of painting a fence in an area located 20 miles from the immigrant's place of residence. And for God's sake, and for your health!
“The main business of Russians in Prague is making money from gullible newcomers. In recent times, when the flow of emigrants was more brisk, the “oldies” flourished here. This is the same mechanism of “hazing”, I would not be surprised if I learn that “hazing” In general, it is a purely Russian phenomenon. Apparently, it feeds on the Russian character itself, so everyone who was deceived here tries to take it out, if not on the offender, then on the next newcomer."
Well, of course! All Russians are bastards, except, of course, you, who feel like a human being. Do you know that Russian Jews emigrating to Israel, the so-called olim hadashim, “new repatriates,” have the right to receive from the government of their historical homeland a lot of privileges, subsidies and benefits that they are entitled to under the law on new immigrants? And what? Repatriates are systematically deceived by native Israelis who know about such benefits, but do not inform them about it, and slip enslaving contracts to the Olim Hadashim. There is a special program on REKA radio dedicated to these outrages, where a consultant tries to help his compatriots in trouble.
You moved to Prague and live there - for your health, it’s up to you. Just don’t explain the reasons for the move. There is no need to make excuses. You are not accused of anything.

How good it is to be innocent
tumble in orgasm alone,
develop imagination
and give yourself to everyone you love.

You are sexy, Leonid!
You have up to New Era face.
I will fly with you to ancient times.
I want it that way. Want! Want!!

Today in the Park "Under the Moon",
on the banks of the Dnieper, at the entrance,
I'm expecting you at seven sharp, Leon.
Don't be afraid, I'm not touchy.
I will drink you to the dregs, Leonid,
Your face stands before me.

With a deep curtsy, Katya

The headboard has already burst into flames,
You are still gone, just like the night is gone,
Gone in search of you.

In memory of Olga Savina (Polina Sandr)

Part one

They come thanks to you, but not from you,
And although they are with you, they do not belong to you.
You can give them your love,
But not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts.
You can give shelter to their bodies,
But not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
where you cannot visit even in your dreams.
You can try to be like them, but don't try to do
them similar to themselves,
For life does not go backwards and does not linger on yesterday."

After the death of Vladimir Vysotsky, his wife Marina Vladi wrote a book about her husband, which she called “Interrupted Flight.” She meant the fate of Vysotsky, an incredibly talented poet and actor, persecuted by all the might of the then existing government, meaning by flight his creativity, which was gaining greater and greater heights every year. I call the flight of the TU-154 airliner interrupted, flying on the route Tel Aviv - Novosibirsk and shot down by Ukrainian air defense during firing training, on board of which, among the 78 instantly killed people, was my daughter, Irina Starikovskaya. The six-hour non-stop flight to Novosibirsk was interrupted by an S-200 missile 1 hour 34 minutes after the plane took off and just 234 seconds after the missile launched.

44 days have already passed since the tragedy, and I keep thinking about how mercilessly my daughter’s life, which was just beginning, was cut short.
I will never be able to fully believe that this really happened to her, to all of us, that this did not horrible dream, but a cruel reality.
I remember her face dozens of times a day, the way I saw it in last time in the coffin of the Sochi morgue, young, beautiful and a little surprised. The death was instantaneous, and Irisha did not even have time to be surprised or afraid. The rocket exploded 15 meters above the central part of the second cabin, as it was taught, and pierced the broken plane with thousands of metal balls, with which it was stuffed to increase the effect of destruction.
My daughter, already dead, was thrown out of the plane along with the emergency hatch by the blast wave. Having fallen from a height of 11 kilometers into the sea, she was the only one left intact of all those flying on board, so that she could be immediately recognized. She even kept all her earrings, rings and a thin chain with an elephant given by Kostya, the groom to whom she was so eager, despite all the obstacles that should have stopped her, but could not...

And now I'm trying to remember everything I can about mine eldest daughter, and this is quite a bit, because we lived together for only 14 years, then, however, we communicated, but it was offensively little, but what can we say about it now.

"no government is to blame... not any rulers"
Elementary. None. None.
"This great country, for centuries, built its entire existence on the enslavement of many, many peoples..."
I categorically do not accept this detachment. Either the hero of the story admits that for some reason he firmly believed that his country was the very best, then he suddenly saw the light and willingly borrows the expression this country, just God forbid not to say “our (or my native) country.” Yes, from time immemorial, Russia has been characterized by miserable rickety huts, drunkenness, arbitrariness of power, rudeness, technological backwardness and a great many other sins and disgraces, but one cannot blame an entire people for these sins, put them lower than others, accuse them of senseless aggression and enslavement of others peoples Don't you know the history of other nations? Yes, the entire history of mankind is an attempt by one ethnos, ethnic community, nation to seize the territory of another through continuous expansion. All world history is the history of the rise and fall of empires. Look how the community of a small provincial village, located on the border of the territory of the Latin tribal union, over the course of several centuries of its existence, through seizures, robbery, assimilation and enslavement of its neighbors, built a huge state, the very name of which was later given to other states. Russia in this regard is no worse and no better than other “successful enslavers” in the host of “great powers.”
"cozy little houses under red tiled roofs, just like in Germany."
Well, let's say, not all. I was both there and there. There are differences in landscapes, landscapes, and architecture. On the road between Karlovy Vary and Prague I also saw gray, nondescript houses, covered with far from red tiles. But there are also many similarities, which is not surprising, since the Czech rulers, starting with the Premyslids, encouraged German colonization for centuries, and then the Czech kings (Otakar) lost the dispute for the crown of the Holy Roman Empire and gradually it came to the point that the Czech language was preserved only in the villages , and the population of the kingdom after the Thirty Years' War amounted to some 30 thousand people. I once drove (during socialist times) from Budapest to Pécs: beautiful landscapes with scarlet poppies, good-quality brick two-story houses, everything is well-kept, the shops “have everything” - so why should I despise my people in this regard and sing the praises of the Hungarians , who in the past mercilessly enslaved the Slavs? By the way, ethnically Hungarians are heavily Slavicized.
“Yes, they don’t like Russians here, considering them, as in the Baltic states and other republics, as occupiers.”
The Balts, except for a part of the Lithuanians (who once grabbed almost the entire future Ukraine and Western Rus' for a great life), never had their own statehood - their territories were always occupied by someone, but, of course, the last occupiers - the Russians - are to blame.
Imagine that the Czechs do not like the Germans (the Austro-Hungarian times and the times of the protectorate have not been erased from the people’s memory), they do not like the Poles, and they do not favor the Hungarians either. During the Czechoslovak Socialist Republic, especially under Husak, there was hostility towards the Slovaks. I did not invent all this, but I know this from communicating with Czechs and observing their life in the mid-70s, and then later. This is a common worldwide phenomenon, caused by those periods of history when one country fell into the zone of influence of another or was in conflict with it. The Scots do not like the English, and they pay them in the same coin. The Poles do not favor us, and we do not favor them. The Walloons do not tolerate the Flemings well. Spaniards - Portuguese, etc. etc. I am silent about the orgy of anti-Russian sentiment that is being cultivated in Ukraine.
“for all their shortcomings, they live a hundred times better, and most importantly, more worthy than us”
The layman's conclusion. Yes, all of Europe, perhaps with the exception of Albania and Romania during the Ceausescu era, lives better than us in terms of living standards. And for at least half a thousand years she lived materially “better” than us. This does not mean that Russians are a lower or worse race and that they should be spat upon when explaining the reasons for their resettlement abroad. By the way, a considerable part of the Czechs during the times of Austria-Hungary, unable to withstand German oppression, moved to modern Ukraine and the Caucasian coast of the Black Sea (Arkhipo-Osipovka, for example). I knew one Georgian family of this origin. A respectable lady from Tbilisi, having learned that I was studying the Czech language, asked me what her maiden name, Broucek, meant.
“The thirst for Pugachev’s rebellion awoke in me”
I dare to assure you that things are moving forward, at least in Moscow, where the one-stop-shop system works well and now there is no need to go to the streets. Again, swagger and bureaucracy are our tradition, but not only Russian; The French in conversations told me about the dominance of bureaucracy in their country, and I had the good fortune to become personally acquainted with the Israeli bureaucracy and attempts to deceive a foreigner.
“having left there the problems, the criminal situation, the deceit and corruption of all-powerful officials, the eternally drunk and unhappy people, we left our life there, no matter what it was.”
And why am I, unfortunate one, not yet dead from drinking, smoking, and wearing clothes? Marvelous. And it doesn’t pull me to heaven on earth. And I don’t need to explain to anyone why I fled from “this country” that I hated, with its alcoholism, rudeness, hypocrisy, rampant crime and lack of democracy.
“Unlike America, there is no diaspora here.”
Yes, there is no diaspora in America! There are communities of Germans, Italians, Irish, Ukrainians, Chinese, Indians, Puerto Ricans and other Latinos. There are communities of former Soviet and Russian Jews who are united by the Russian language and mentality, while Russians themselves (as a rule, the creative intelligentsia) do not form any kind of diaspora, but, as a rule, live on their own. I also met descendants of the old Russian intelligentsia (the Ziloti family, for example, some nostalgic ladies in furs speaking the St. Petersburg dialect of the early 20th century). But everyone lives separately.
"You can live your whole life there, become an American citizen, and barely speak English."
So what? There are dozens of Russian-language newspapers and the REKA radio station in Israel. In Israel, Russian is spoken on the beach, just like on the Atlantic coast in the outskirts of New York. There I heard how a poor immigrant engineer was proud of painting a fence in an area located 20 miles from the immigrant's place of residence. And for God's sake, and for your health!
“The main business of Russians in Prague is making money from gullible newcomers. In recent times, when the flow of emigrants was more brisk, the “oldies” flourished here. This is the same mechanism of “hazing”, I would not be surprised if I learn that “hazing” In general, it is a purely Russian phenomenon. Apparently, it feeds on the Russian character itself, so everyone who was deceived here tries to take it out, if not on the offender, then on the next newcomer."
Well, of course! All Russians are bastards, except, of course, you, who feel like a human being. Do you know that Russian Jews emigrating to Israel, the so-called olim hadashim, “new repatriates,” have the right to receive from the government of their historical homeland a lot of privileges, subsidies and benefits that they are entitled to under the law on new immigrants? And what? Repatriates are systematically deceived by native Israelis who know about such benefits, but do not inform them about it, and slip enslaving contracts to the Olim Hadashim. There is a special program on REKA radio dedicated to these outrages, where a consultant tries to help his compatriots in trouble.
You moved to Prague and live there - for your health, it’s up to you. Just don’t explain the reasons for the move. There is no need to make excuses. You are not accused of anything.

How good it is to be innocent
tumble in orgasm alone,
develop imagination
and give yourself to everyone you love.

You are sexy, Leonid!
You have a face before the New Era.
I will fly with you to ancient times.
I want it that way. Want! Want!!

Today in the Park "Under the Moon",
on the banks of the Dnieper, at the entrance,
I'm expecting you at seven sharp, Leon.
Don't be afraid, I'm not touchy.
I will drink you to the dregs, Leonid,
Your face stands before me.

With a deep curtsy, Katya

The headboard has already burst into flames,
You are still gone, just like the night is gone,
Gone in search of you.

In memory of Olga Savina (Polina Sandr)

Vladimir Beznosov (03/03/1945 – 02/02/2010). (Photo from the archive of V. Beznosov)

When I started looking for information about tourists who climbed seven thousand meters before 1990, I came across a publication by Andrei Lebedev “Traverse Patriot - Russia - Communism 1973, who knows about it?” from 10.19.2010 (http://www.. It told about the traverse of the mentioned peaks, unprecedented at that time, by three Tomsk students. After reading the comments to the post, I wanted to know more about this traverse and its leader, Vladimir Beznosov, since there were many contradictions in the description, and the figure of the leader looked odious.

Women give birth in 9 months African elephants For 22, it took me almost 3 years to give birth to this post. In this, I am somewhat similar to the Alpine black salamander from the order of tailed amphibians, in which pregnancy can last more than 3 years (I didn’t even imagine who my distant ancestors were!) The puzzle did not fit in any way, because there were several accidents on his campaigns. And recently I found out that Boris Abramov (Aibolit) took part in one of these episodes and the puzzle came together. But first things first.

I managed to find four participants in that campaign and two direct traversants, as well as several other people who went with him or knew him well. After talking with them, I decided to write not only about the traverse, but also about other campaigns of Vladimir Beznosov.

For the first time, Vladimir Beznosov “fell ill” with the mountains back in 1959, when as a 14-year-old teenager he found himself at a resort Mountain Altai- "Belokurikha". The impression of the mountains turned out to be so vivid that some time after returning home, he persuaded his friend Alexander Popovich, and the two of them rode bicycles from Kemerovo to Belokurikha. Soon, Popovich’s bicycle, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), broke down and they were picked up by a bus with tourists from Moscow, who took patronage over them and both teenagers traveled safely with the Muscovites. From that time on, the mountains already firmly grabbed hold of Vladimir and predetermined him later life.

Vladimir and Alexander began their journey in mountain tourism in 1963. Neither clubs nor sections existed in Kemerovo at that time, and they started “from scratch.” There was no one to learn from - only books. At that time there could be no talk of any “legal” formalization of one’s campaign. But Altai was nearby - it beckoned and provoked. And there were friends nearby, ready for adventure. They traveled a lot. We started from Lake Teletskoye, then in the area of ​​the Katunsky ridge: Multinsky lakes and the upper reaches of the Katun, the North Chuysky ridge: lakes Shavlo and Maashey, the Yungur valley and passes in their upper reaches, the South Chuysky ridge.

In 1964, Vladimir, according to him, made a solo ascent of Belukha from Katun along the Razdelny ridge.

In 1968, Vladimir and Alexander tried to climb Belukha in a group of three people from the south, along the Katunsky glacier. On the icefall of the Katunsky glacier, their fellow traveler Tanya injured her leg by jumping through a crack in crampons (a small-fragmented two-ankle fracture), and the ascent was disrupted. After rescue and transportation work, when they were helped by guys from Ust-Kamenogorsk, Tanya was evacuated by helicopter.

Left alone, exhausted and practically without food, since everything had gone to rescue, they decided the shortest route go to Tungur. From the Cherny glacier we crossed the Katunsky ridge through the Young Specialists pass. They were not prepared for its technical complexity, but as they say, “fools are lucky.”

In August-September 1969, Vladimir led a group of four people to the Southwestern Pamirs. Three people went with him: Edik, Natasha and Darwin. The hike was, in fact, a reconnaissance of the area, and Vladimir punctually wrote a diary day after day, providing him with the following sketches of the route:

In the same 1969, Vladimir entered the extramural Faculty of Physics and Technology Tomsk Polytechnic Institute. There he learned about the existence of the tourist group "Pinelope", one of the organizers of which was Svetlana Dudiy, and came there. The name "Pinelope" appeared due to a misunderstanding. They wrote “PENELOPE” with the letter I on the emblem when they were preparing for the first rally, and then the name stuck.

“Pinelopers” then participated only in weekend hikes and institute tour rallies. The organizer and leader was Valery Zharikov, who was involved in mountaineering and taught them the basics of initial mountaineering training: moving techniques on various terrain, working with rope, etc. And his associates were Svetlana Dudiy and Nina Starko. They had never seen real mountains, and then Beznosov appeared with a set of beautiful slides and fascinating comments on them. Everyone sat with their mouths open. This was the first time they had seen this! He showed them the mountains!!!

We had to go around the border outposts and descend through the Tyuz pass into the Inylchek valley, and then climb up to the base camp on the South Inylchek glacier.

On the left is Alexander Popovich, on the right is Vladimir Beznosov.

We all understand that there are no ideal people, and Beznosov had his advantages and disadvantages. But the fact that he was an extraordinary person is a fact. There were friends who trusted him and were ready to do anything with him. There were also enemies. I just made an attempt to tell about him what I managed to find out.

This story was written based on the memoirs of Abalmasov Konstantin Georgievich, Abramov Boris Isaakovich, Beznosov Vladimir Alexandrovich, Brailovsky Valery Veniaminovich, Budnikov Viktor, Butorin Vasily Semenovich, Vorozhishchev Mikhail Gennadievich, Eliseeva (Dudiy) Svetlana, Kolmakova (Starko) Nina, Breadwinner Pavel, by Alexander Petrovich , Alexander Krivonosov, Vladimir Pakhorukov, Nikolai Gavrilovich Pletnev, Alexander Popovich, Sergei Prozorenko, Georgiy Efimovich Salnikov, Vladimir Samsonov, Leonid Starikovsky, Sergei Filatov, Vladimir Alekseevich Yudin, Evgeniy Yanchenko.

P.S. There will be more photos, but there is no strength to fight Risk. Everything tomorrow.

Here are more photographs from Alexander Popovich’s album published in Odnoklassniki, which he allowed me to publish during his lifetime. I hope that Alexander’s relatives will not complain:
Low clouds.

On the left is Beznosov, on the right is Brailovsky.

We would like to while away the night in the back of a GAZ-66. Popovich on the left, Beznosov on the right.

On the left is Brailovsky, in the center is Beznosov.

Beznosov on Sheregesh street.

Gastronomic notes from our former compatriot, tourist and publicist.

What interests me most is food, its variety, quality and originality and, of course, no less the cost of this pleasure - after all, the pockets of an ordinary tourist, even Russian, not bottomless at all

Sample style and Interesting Facts:

No, of course, there were national outskirts in the Soviet Union- Georgian and other Caucasian cuisines, Central Asian piles of greens and vegetables ripened in the beds (my mother-in-law, for example, in blessed Siberia, never ripened tomatoes, and when placed in the dark under the bed, they immediately went from a solid green color to an unpleasant black color, which gave rise to calling the Siberian expanses the land of evergreen tomatoes), there were some Moldavian and Ukrainian spicy garlic dishes with almost exotic “blue” ones in Siberia and Kazakhstan, there was somewhere Baltic cuisine with smoked eel, which I have never tried I never even tried it in my life, there were huge bowls of caviar - both black and red, balyki, salmon, carbonates, but... “they carry chacha past their noses, and cherry plums past their mouths,” sang the disgraced poet, and this was not just a poetic metaphor.

The only city in that past life of mine in which the air always exuded the smells of delicious food was Tashkent, which was forever given the famous title - “city of grain”. Yes, there, on every corner, in the haze over the hot coals, sticks of kebabs and lula kebab were rustling and leaking fat, and pilaf was languishing in huge cauldrons, the smell, or rather, the aroma of which made one’s breath hitch and the pulse quicken. Some people benefited from these bounties, but the majority in the country's largest social experiment partook of something vague called " balanced diet“, from which, if you couldn’t die, you didn’t really want to live.

Located in the very center of Europe, Czech cuisine, like the entire culture of this people, has gone through certain stages of formation, absorbing all the best that the broad Slavic soul has accepted and adopted from the countries surrounding the Czech Republic. Almost everything that makes up national cuisine Czech Republic, has always been produced and grown by the Czechs themselves - this simple products, and the kitchen is in to a greater extent peasant, without any special frills or culinary excesses, but this is why I like it much more than sophisticated French, fatty and uncooked German and too floury Italian.

In the Czech Republic it is not customary to pay immediately, here no one is afraid that you will leave without paying. They bring you beer and a piece of paper, most often with the brand name of the beer that is sold in this pub. As soon as you drink to the bottom, they put the full one in front of you again and mark it with a stick-dash on a piece of paper. If you don't want to get extra, don't drink to the bottom. At the end of the evening, the sticks on the sheet will be counted, then you will pay.

Yes, one more nuance (out of a thousand): in the Czech Republic, every restaurant or pub (and this is either a “pivnitsa” or “gentlemen”, the difference between which is very small, but significant for connoisseurs) sells beer from only one brewer. This means that where they serve Krusovica, you will not find Staropramen or Gambrinus, and so on.

The Czechs, as well as the Austrians, consider the main traditional food steaks, chops, strudel pie or goulash borrowed from the Hungarians. Czechs always cook meat with sauce. Caraway seeds must be added to baked meat or fish and sprinkled with caramel sauce, from butter dough They bake rolls, which are decorated on top, and also buns, buns with poppy seeds, cottage cheese, cheese, jam, jam. And, of course, very tiny buns, topped with sweet sauce...

Czechs love sauces. There are many of them - cucumber, tomato, dill, garlic, onion. ..In addition to sauces, dumplings, steamed pieces of boiled flour or potato dough, are a must for Czech cuisine. There is no Czech cuisine without dumplings, because dumplings, according to the Czechs, are the ideal addition to various dishes. Dumplings themselves are not consumed, but as a side dish different types meat with sauces they are simply necessary.

Dumpling recipes Czech cuisine has a lot: potato dumplings, dumplings made from dry bread, dumplings with added meat, hard dumplings made from raw potatoes and flour, as well as sweet dumplings with fruit (the most original).

Verdict: An interesting but lengthy book describing the dishes and prices of countless restaurants for gourmets or those going on holiday to the Czech Republic.