sito folds, telushkin, resting his feet, grabbed them with his hands, letter g.gers. for otherwise it was impossible for him to hold on to them; from all the effort he often bled from under his nails. pyotr telushkin moved around the spire, pulling the rope behind him until he managed to wrap it around it. it turned out connected a rope ring that our hero lifted up the spire with himself, with incredible efforts, also dragging the tool behind him, making his way up. a strong swing and the rope fell onto the hook. peter threw it on for the second time just to be sure. he caught the end and straightened it out. the tackle turned out to be simple and clever. the ropes ended in loops with treadmills for the legs. telushkin will pull up one leg, then the other, straighten up and take a step up. at the same time, he will tighten the belt around the spire. until i ran into a three-meter ball, an apple, on where the cross was installed. the rain had passed, the sun came out, but it was no longer warm, the day was ending, telushkin, gritting his teeth with all his strengt