Caves have captured my imagination since childhood, so much so that during this very childhood I climbed all the surrounding basements, manholes and ravines. There were no real caves in my surroundings, and that was a good thing. Otherwise, we don't know how it would have ended.
As a teenager, I read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer by Twain and The Seven Underground Kings by Volkov. After that, the caves began to make me feel creepy, uneasy, and a little claustrophobic.
Last year, we were in the "Annushkin Caves" left over from sand mining, which now seem to me to be burrows.
I went to the Shatter Dag to visit the Emine-Bair-Khasar cave with a feeling of anxiety and uncertainty, which was then forgotten at the sight of the flowers. And in the cave itself, I did not even think about them, because it is such a huge colossal room with such beauty inside that all that remained of my feelings was admiration and awe for nature that made such a thing. And a heartfelt bow to the cavers and those who so wonderfully equipped the cave with paths, ladders and lighting. The mammoth Kolya is generally a good fellow that he ate a lot and plugged the passage to the hall with his ass, closing the access to clay. This is a very important and necessary baby mammoth turned out to be!
It's just a pity that the bats had to leave these caves. But they must have found another one just as good.
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