In my younger years, when we went into the taiga, my wife Lyudmila allowed herself to go wherever she pleased in the forest. And she boasted to her friends at work: “I’m not afraid of getting lost in the taiga, I know my husband will always find me.” Found it. To tell the truth, it was not difficult to find her; after all, she is always busy in the taiga. Now she takes berries, now wild garlic, now mushrooms - she has no time to run far. True, it happened that he would go further away in search of richer places, but not so much that he would not find it. But I have had the opportunity to search, find and lead out of the taiga those who were truly lost. This is where I saw enough different things. And tears, and broken voices - they tried to shout out, and torn clothes - they kept climbing trees, trying to look for something there. And they quarrel to smithereens - they look for the guilty. And there were many such cases. But I had one special case - when I was not looking, but they were looking for me.