Participants of the Ural regional search and rescue squad of the EMERCOM of Russia found the director Sergei Aliyev, lost in the mountains, who at one time demanded to destroy the film "Matilda" and opposed the activities of Sergei Shnurov. 57 people, 17 pieces of equipment, specially trained dogs and even a drone were involved in the search for the man. As Sergei himself says, in order to be saved, he ate the roots of plants, drank from the river and prayed to scare away demons. Otherwise, he assures, the road home would be closed!
Sergei, tell us how you managed to survive
- The fact is that I have been in the mountains and I know what it is: yes, in principle, it was I who found the rescuers, and not they me! During the three days that I had to spend there, I managed not only to explore the area, but also to build a small hut for myself, and on Monday morning I was already going to go out - I was just saving my energy so as not to make a mistake.
What was the hardest day?
- The first, when we climbed to a height of about 1600 meters: Konzhakovsky Kamen is the highest mountain in the Sverdlovsk region in the Northern Urals. I don't know why, but I thought it would be easy for us (well, we went up the path and immediately went down), but when we arrived at the foot, the wind was already so strong that we could lie on it! In addition, the guys who proposed the idea of climbing turned out to be non-professionals. I ask: “Did you take anything with you? Do you have a first aid kit? No? What is there? After all, if one of us twists his leg at the top, it is immediately certain death.
But okay: as they say, we see the goal - we don't see the obstacles. We took a chance. The most interesting thing is that guys from Perm followed us, and so they were generally drunk. Only Russians can do that! I told them so: if any Germans saw us, they would immediately be sent to a psychiatric hospital.
And you started climbing
- Yes, and the higher we climbed, the worse the weather was, and all around there were only 800 kilogram of icy boulders. As a result, the climb itself took about four hours, and on the way back, as a believer, I approached the worship cross standing there and drew attention to strange stones. Most likely, they were laid either by neo-pagans or Buddhists, and even earlier the mountain was a place of worship for the Khanty and Mansi, who made their sacrifices there.
And what are sacrifices for the Orthodox? This is the evocation of demons, the evocation of dark forces - that's why I scattered these stones! The guys, of course, began to be indignant, saying that we have almost no time for the descent, and I do not understand what I spend it on, but it was important to me. So I was jealous about the house of the Lord, and they!.. Besides, I almost physically felt the presence of demonic forces. There was a terrible feeling of anxiety.
Precisely near the stones?
- Yes. And I immediately felt that there would be revenge on me. And then what happens? The blizzard only intensifies, the guys and I see each other only close, and then at full speed I take and fall from a height of at least two meters! If I had not been a boxer, a concussion would have been guaranteed, but it seemed to work out. I sat and checked if the bones of my face were broken, and when I finally came to my senses, it turned out that everyone had already left. Now I had to go down alone.
Was it scary?
- When I prayed, no, nothing happened to me, but if I stopped doing it, it was as if someone was pushing me, I fell. Believe it or not, I even broke my finger on my left hand! But most importantly, it was not so much physically difficult for me as spiritually, so the presence of this incomprehensible force was so unbearable! When I went downstairs, where the temperature was already above zero (as opposed to minus 15 degrees at the top), I just lay down in a juniper and spent half a day there, constantly tossing and turning so as not to fall asleep.
Because you can't?
- In no case! If you fall asleep, you immediately get frostbite, and then death.
The next morning I got up, ate juniper roots, drank water from the river and began to study the area. According to my assumptions, help should have come on the second day. I remember that at some point I again decided to climb to the top, but I didn't have enough strength: trying to hold out, I ate snow - I ate more of it than in my entire childhood! I had to go back down and make myself a juniper hut in order to spend the next night in it. Well, in the morning I heard the voices of people …
You said that you prayed constantly. So they heard you?
- Yes, all this time I was talking with God. And you can hear it too, believe me! It's like a dialogue.
Dialogue? What does it look like?
- Well, that's how we talk to you now, and so with him. Only in response, not a voice, but as if someone tells you what to do. Something like intuition. For example, when I walked to the top, I clearly heard: "Come up, there are people!" But I no longer had the strength, and I answered: “Lord, forgive me! May I come down?"
That is, you had absolute confidence that you would be saved?
“The mountains do not forgive mistakes, this is not a cross-country hike. As the rescuers said, two girls froze there before me. One - to death, the other - frostbite of the hands and feet. But I'm a grated roll. When I was in the Caucasus, I was carried away even along the mountain river and survived. Yes, many different situations happened: only if at those times I had at least a dry ration, then this time - only worries about loved ones and faith in God. They saved. Apparently, I am still needed on this earth.
What am I doing now? I come to my senses. The temperature is still at 39, but that's okay: a few more days and I will recover! And there, perhaps, I will return to those places, only in clear weather!
