!! Keera korki, ära tõmba !!
!! Unscrew the cap, don't pull !!
Kui ma päris pisike olin, käisime kelgutamas Kokatsil, siit mõnisada meetrit eemal. Praegu tundub see ehmatavalt lauge ja seda nime pole ma kuulnud kusagil mujal kui oma lapsepõlvekodus. Koolilapsena tundus Kokatsil juba pisut igav, ehkki üks madalam nõlv oli ikka täiega järsk. Põnevust siiski jagus, sest laugel osal leidus rauakolakaid, sõber Marius murdis seal ükskord käeluu ja sai mitukümmend rubla valuraha!
Aga kui ma suuremaks sain, näitas keegi kätte Sibulamäe. See oli hoopis teine tera, järsk JA kõrge! Liud olid pikad, hoog suur ja puud olid ohtlikult lähedal! Kõige külmematel päevadel tuli jalga tõmmata kolmed püksid: sukapüksid, karupüksid ja dressipüksid. Kui kelgud olid katki või polnud neid olemas, lasime kilekottide või perselaudadega. Tihti lihtsalt külakuhjas.
Kevadel selgus, et meie Sibulamäe kelgurada lõpeb tiigis.
Palun taasta maskeering.
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When I was quite small, we went sledding in Kokatsi, a few hundred meters from here. At the moment, it looks startlingly flat, and I haven't heard that name anywhere other than in my childhood home. As a schoolgirl, Kokatsi started to seem a little bored, although one of the lower slopes was still steep. However, there was excitement, because there were scrap metal in the flat part, a friend Marius once broke his arm there and got several dozen rubles for pain!
But when I got bigger, someone showed me Sibulamäe. It was quite a different thing, sharp AND high! The rides were long, the pace was great and the trees were dangerously close! On the coldest days, three pants had to be pulled off: tights, "bear pants" and tracksuits. Often the sleds were broken or did not exist, so we rode with plastic bags or "ass boards". Often just in a village pile.
In the spring, it appeared that our Sibulamäe sled slide ends in a pond.
Please restore camouflage.
!! Unscrew the cap, don't pull !!