Several years ago went with friends to hike in the Carpathian mountains. Here had wade through a thick fog. I felt himself like hobbit Bilbo Beggins of the famous book and the movie. What there is singing?
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold
We passed through the clouds and saw the incredible landscape . Robert Burns wrote:
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Finally we came to a lonely mountain. We expect to see a dragon somewhere ahead.
Dwarven stronghold
Dragon destroyed all overflowing. But we don't see a dragon, perhaps someone has killed before and seized treasures .
