free sexy cam to cam We, without ceasing, turned our heads, tracking architectural monuments and historical values.
Telling about the city, naturally it was impossible not to mention Maxim Gorky.
The hit of our trip was a visit to the house where the writer’s childhood passed.
Tourists were released from the bus opposite the old wooden fence, the guide opened a massive gate and invited us to the courtyard.

Stepping over a high merchant’s threshold, Lena looked around and quietly asked me: “You don’t know, do they have a toilet here?” “We just drove off an hour ago,” I said.
“You dragged me off the stand so quickly that I didn’t have time to go to the lane,” she explained.
– I think there is.
I had to write Alexey Maksimovich somewhere.
The main thing is that the toilet should not be an exhibit, then you will definitely not be allowed in there.
– Enough mockery.
I feel so bad, and then you laugh.
– Yes, indeed, you better not laugh: – Yes, shut up, you, – Lenka got angry and offended went towards the outbuildings.
A group of tourists walked through a hut where young Alyosha Peshkov passed “his universities”.
Here we were introduced to the objects of peasant life and other conditions of toil.
When moving from room to room, I noticed Lena and walked over to her.
– How is it going? – I asked.

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“We’ll have to endure,” she said sadly.
– These bastards, not only were they not allowed to go to the toilet, began to read the notations, – Lena complained, glancing at a wooden bucket in the canopy.
A visit to the house of Maxim Gorky came to an end, we loaded into Ikarus and went on.
The bus, winding through the narrow streets, rushed to the Nizhny Novgorod Kremlin.
Lena fidgeted about the seat restlessly, not wanting to listen to interesting facts from the life of the city.
Finally, the car broke out onto a wide avenue and powerful fortress walls appeared ahead.
The road went sharply down, as if she wanted to dive under the Kremlin, the stone towers floated against the background of clouds.
For the second time, we were kicked out of the bus and the guide briskly walked up the narrow steps carved into the wall of the ravine.
Lena looked at the top and groaned, – I will die on this staircase, right up thirty floors to rise.
– And imagine how, in the old days, men with sabers and clubs were storming along this slope.
Frustrated tourists stretched out in a chain and walked behind.
“Wait a minute for attention,” the guide on the top asked us, “a tour of the Nizhny Novgorod Kremlin is for thirty-five minutes.”
We will now get acquainted with all the monuments of antiquity and take a bus from the other side of the Kremlin.

Then we will recover to the temple of Alexander Nevsky, which is five minutes’ walk from the complex of the Nizhny Novgorod Fair, where our excursion will end, and you will all return to your place of work.
– Thirty-five minutes, – Lena moaned, – yes, I’m going to describe myself in ten! Glory, you have to do something.
So what to do? It is necessary to run away from the excursion until Lenka really pissed off.
I warned one of the men that we were leaving, and let them not look for us if they suddenly start counting the number of tourists.
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