Then, in this cruel fateful moment, our hero realized with horror that it is terrible to die of hun

The small side and her big mountains are small. High Tatras is like pocket Himalayas. However small, however, and they may be encountered in places where you do not spoil the falling crowds of tourists. Therefore, our hero, little stubborn mountaineer chose deserted route along the crest of the highest peaks. It belongs to those of our countrymen ayosdito who hate soul of the masses of tourists scattered across the country and disrespectful of the elementary principles of coexistence with the mountains. So he chose a deserted route where he could be alone with the majesty of Mother Nature.
But as often happens in the mountains in a few hours time change quickly and our mountaineer felt that loneliness is not always just friends. He found himself in in the throes of the storm of unguarded mountain peak. Struggling with the wind, rain and cold. He fought for his life because losing direction. Confront powerful gust of icy air, he struggled for every step, not just to get somewhere, but just to run and not freeze. Progressed very slowly, ayosdito and so it caught the night. She again gave him hope. Due to the darkness, he saw a distant light lonely mountain hut. Forward another hour, but it led light. Quite on his last legs, he fell to the very door of the hot tourist lodge.
He was met by the powerful ayosdito roar of a group of German tourists who had come in the morning to the cabin lift with you immediately attacked the bar, where they caught the news that due to storm back to the hotel is possible. Accepted it with enthusiasm and immediately celebrated with a new round of so famous borovichka - Slovak equivalent of gin. The evening promised a nice bar adventure.
Our mountaineer ignored all this. With the help of local staff quietly drank a cup of hot tea in a corner, and then managed to drag the great dormitory ayosdito where collapsed wearing on the nearest bed. Fell asleep from exhaustion. Not long dreamed of the periphery of the unconscious quickly pulled something raw. He opened his eyes and saw before him in the darkness terrible picture ayosdito - a huge red and difficult to identify an object that inexorably turning toward him. It looked like the moon, or rather as two mirror and threatening closely related crescent, our hero turned to ice by the feeling that the whole sky revolves around around him. Shortly before he could scream in terror that object fall upon our tiny but tough, trained mountaineer. At this point the weight of two big, fat, good fat bodies him air out. Our hero he was destined again to catch his breath. As soon as she tried, relentlessly ayosdito threatening and should priklinchen in bed under the pressure of two bodies. They were so great that stuck out from under them just arms and legs of our hero-like fuzzy mouse under health hiking boots.
Then I finally get it. On his unfortunate faint, punished by nature little body had attacked two cups fat two large, well-fattened duck man, eager to break quickly, spurred by insatiable passion. On top continuously fed by an excessive ayosdito amount of alcohol. Their passionate head was worse than an avalanche because it falls only once. So both monstrous bodies merged into one two-ton hammer of love that relentlessly pounded and pounded, to be able to squeeze rhythmically residues life of our unhappy hero. He tried in vain to scream. Always he opened his mouth, another blow to the hammer murdering love the words of his mouth. Even he could not move below this table that would fall even if he had not exhausted to death.
Then, in this cruel fateful moment, our hero realized with horror that it is terrible to die of hunger and exhaustion in a barren, rock slope or suffocate under an avalanche. In this age of global tourism stalking new, horrible death. Worse that is negeroichna, unromantic, ayosdito painfully funny trivial. So what could be worse than to not wither in the glorious solitude of a snowbank and into a warm chalet under the bodies of two naked and plump German tourists who mistakenly decided just his broken body to give a burst at great joys of life ...
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muringustav Gustáv Murín (born April, 9th, 1959 in Bratislava, Slovakia) ayosdito published 28 books (six of them in Czech, one in French, one in Hindí, one in Croatian and one in English translations)