Let's go quietly on the beautiful valley, we reach kosha and there, within a few hours wait until those who went to the left. After a while we descended into the the village of Upper Balkaria. Paradise, surrounded by mighty mountains. Beautiful mosque made of red brick under a green roof. At the monument to dead soldiers we met the head of administration and local residents. Over Balkaria down bluish twilight. We say goodbye and then go on meandering valley among the mountain road, through a long tunnel – to the Blue Lakes.
Late in the evening we drive to some fabulous place – not in a figurative and literal sense. Here a huge cart with wheels in a man, a house on chicken legs, this giant chair on which you can only climb the stairs, even the dog house as a small Teremok with a mass of small detalek. We put tent in a pine forest, as befits a real fairy tale … The next morning he meets a storyteller – a modest older Balkars low growth. Truly, folk art is boundless! 'Small Himalayas' We are going to visit house-museum of national pride Balkar poet Kyazimov Mechieva. Seeing as the lighter person by the name of simple shepherds Kyazimov, I understand how much it means for a Balkar. A poet, educator, philosopher and humanist, founder of Balkar poetry and a wonderful person plight … We reach the mountain village Bezengi. This name is well known to climbers do not only here but also abroad.