How I went to look at the polar bear



Шевчук Диана. 14 лет. How I went to look at the polar bear. HIGH.

Before I took part in the Expedition through the Arctic, I had lived by a schedule. In the Arctic you lose sense of time.
Having 24 hours of sunlight we could start our hiking at what we thought was 3 PM but it was actually 3 AM.
Our entire being was focused on one thing: survival.
That day or night (I can’t say for sure) I was on polar bear watch while the others were sleeping. I didn’t have to fall asleep so I looked outside for some fresh air and came face to face with ...

a something big and confusing at first, but over the next few minutes I realized that polar bear unceremonious swarming in my friend's bag which he left.
In my head instantly slipped thought "I went to look at the bear!" I shuddered with fear and almost gasped.
This was my blunder.
The beast, hearing, turned his massive head to me and from an unexpected guest for him, which at that time I was, jumped out of fear.
I pulled around the corner a wooden house specially built for the expedition team, and prayed that it was all a terrible dream. The predator at the outset confusion ran away, but came to his senses and began to chase after their prey that is for me. I made a circle around the house and stopped to rest, because the frost is not very it turns out "to take the cross". In the courtyard there was dead silence. For a moment I could hear the furious, thumping my heart, but it was not the end. The Bear quietly crept up from behind. «How beautiful his hair!». Oh, if this phrase would have been my salvation! And here it is! I saw a bathhouse, by which warmed just a few hours ago.

From home to her only some hundred meters, but at that moment, I thought it was somewhere on the edge of the earth. I do not remember how managed to overcome this distance. Now the warmth to penetrate deep into me, and felt safe, but my heart was beating like a rabbit fleeing from a hungry wolf.
I locked the door, but the bear continued to break into a bath. I waited and waited, but the predator did not leave this place. My eyes were closed, and felt sleepy, numb hands and had no strength to hold the door, my legs do not ... Most likely it was night. I went to sleep - sleep soundly, because running around the bear.
The morning came.
I woke up and I felt that everything that happens at night was bad dream.
But I realized that I was in the bath, and recalled my adventures.
I went outside and saw the bear and human tracks in the snow. On the path to the house one could see small drops of something red. I've got very bad idea. I ran forward. Near the door was a large red spot - the blood. Blood! Oh, the horror! I pulled to the radio to communicate with the «mainland»: «Help! The Expedition group disappeared.
Please send help! » At this time, I heard the creaking of doors. I was frightened.
Someone trampled down, do bear. I slowly came down and saw his comrades.
My soul was calm. Hooray, all alive and well. But where did the blood on the snow?
it turned out that friends did not see me in the morning, and found traces of a bear, and went on my quest.
The drops of blood were just tomato juice, which is poured out one of his friends.

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