Grandpa Baigal's fairy tales. The lens

Baikal autumn. The short summer is over, flashing in a moment. And now the winds reign on Baikal. Although it is more correct to say that the wind on Baikal is always there. Even if you enjoy the tranquility of the water surface and moderately warm autumn sun on the shore of any lip or bay, this does not mean that a couple of kilometers to the north or south, literally beyond the neighboring cape, the water boils and hits a hard wave into the pebble bank, and the hard and cold north-west wind tears snow-white foam caps from the ramparts, nervously throwing them in different directions ... A few hours pass, and almost all of Baikal is at the mercy of the autumn storm wind. And it does not matter whether Barguzin, Mountain, Angara, Kultuk or other local wind-king blows. Catavasia is guaranteed for a few days. It is difficult to stand on your feet, it is almost impossible to go against the wind, the house near Cape Uyuga staggers so that a little more, and you will repeat the fate of Ellie from The Wizard of the Emerald City. Only it won't take you to a magical land, and fuck knows where. He'll either smash the rocks or he'll throw them in the middle of the lake. It doesn't look like a fairy tale. But the house is standing rocking. In the stove crackle hardwood, on the burner grumbles kettle. On the table a modest dinner and a drink, so that he sleeps tighter and is not so afraid.

When you wake up in the morning, you don’t understand anything at first. Something's completely wrong. Total silence, and a bright sunlight hits the window. No wind! After breakfast, sitting on the porch and smoking cigarettes, suddenly you notice the unusual. What is this mirage? Another Grandpa Baigal joke? Behind the contour of Olkhon is seen the snow-covered crest of the peninsula of the Holy Nose. How so? After all, it is more than 170 km from Uyuga!! And behind the nose you can see the snow caps of the Barguzin ridge! More than 200 km!!!
In the evening at sunset, descending to the pebble spit, you can see how, together with sunlight, the northern part of Olkhon dissolves, turning into a real mirage.