venersky tried to help anastasia szhigulina even before the rescuers arrived, then i remember it becameom her face, i approached her, i removed the snow from her face, opens her eyes, looks at me, who are you , i say, i’m denis, she listen, i don’t see you at all, here literally the girl didn’t wait for help at all, besides anastasia szhigulina, four more died that night on elbrus. artist anya makarova from yakutsk turned 36 years old, for her it was her first trip to the city, the woman worked in a museum, raising a child alone. irinia golchuk, a lawyer from yekaterinburg, was thirty- three years old; this trip to the mountains was the first and last in her life. the idea to climb elbrus, the girl caught fire after she and her mother visited the foot of the caucasus mountains. this is what irina wrote then on social networks. a post of love, to the man who introduced me to the caucasus, who , without a twinge of conscience, ate pies, khachipuri and khochina with me. my mom, my most beloved, close and dear person, my friend, thank you. artist elena nesterova from st. petersburg. elena d

denis venersky tried to help anastasia szhigulina even before her arrival rescuers.hen it became so, she didn’t even remove the snow from her face anymore, i came up to her, i remove the snow from her face, her eyes, her eyes open, she looks at me, and who are you? i say, i'm denis. she, listen, i don’t see you at all, i literally didn’t get any help with the girl at all. besides anastasia and zhigulina, others died that night on elbrus. four people, the artist anya makarova from yakutsk turned 36 years old, for her it was her first trip to the mountains, the woman worked in a museum, raising a child alone. lawyer from yekaterinburg irini golchuk was thirty third year, this trip to the mountains was the first and last in her life. the girl got the idea to climb elbrus after she and her mother visited the foot of the caucasus mountains. this is what irina wrote then on social networks. a post of love for the man who introduced me to the caucasus, who , without a twinge of conscience, ate pies, khachapuri and khychin with me. my mom, my most beloved, close and dear per