The Polar Explorer.

by JackTheFrost

Rating: everyone
Tags: Tragedy, Human
Length: 486

Just short story of one human life...

Hi to all. I'm new here. I'm just a little-known fanfic-wrighter from Siberia… Litte-known in the non-russian part of fandom. This is my first story was published here.

This is story about one unlucky life of russhian polar-man. I hope you enjoy it.

PS. Previously sorry for my english.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-11 17:56:47 UTC

The Polar Explorer...

Polar explorer...

   The stream struggled out of mouth. In minus thirty he was rapidly crystallized and settledon his beard.

   The polar circle. Dudinka. Yenisei...

   The man walked through snowdrifts, that reached the knees. His plan has failed. He believed, that he was the unluckiest man in the world... To miss the nuclear doomsday? He was could do it. It was his cursing.

   The snow crunches under foot. He went out of the city - he had nothing to do that. Nobody left. He assumed, that everything are now in shelter. He tried also reach them by, but nothing came...

   He stopped, made a brief break. He snorted and walked on.

   - We after all now alone with you in this hole, right? - he spoke to someone...

   Nobody answered him.

   He knew that it is his last journey. The wind carried radioactive dust from Norilsk, exactly there the bomb hit. But, at the time, the man was far away from here... On the tundra. He seeing a flash, heard the rumble, but him almost not touched. He was forced on foot get to the city... Nearly hundreds terrible kilometers of the permafrost, snows and the cold. The atmosphere sucked out of him the last drops of heat.

   Turning round, he saw only the dark outlines of panel buildings, and also track of footprints.

   - We already have passed a long way! Vide! - he tried to smile, but was afraid, that the lips will to be chapped into the blood stream in such extreme cold.

   He pulled on the scarf almost to the eyes, adjusted his glasses and walked on.

   Again kilometers of white brume.

   Suddenly the man faltered and fell down in the snow. To rise up have not more strengh.

   - Right here we with you will be finish, yes?

   He lifted his head and saw the footprints in the snow... Hoofprints...

   - Or not?

   He began to crawl. So long as he much. But the snow took away the heat, so took away and the power... Him creepy longed to sleep. It was the end. He stopped and took out someobject from the breast pocket of his jacket...

   - That's all, Pinkie Pie... That's all... - he whispered to the little figure, which acquired six months ago at McDonalds. - Yeh...

   He began to fall asleep... Closed the eyes...

   Silence. Good silence, only the wind was whistling sometimes, carrying away with itself the snow from the man's back...

   - Must not... to sleep...

   He was on the brink...

   In the silence were heard the familiarly song...

   - Winter wrap up! Winter wrap up!

   - Pinkie... Pie...

   This time will no longer white brume, only real darkness of tranquility.

   Morfey came after him...