Roughly speaking, the well is an oval of 187 feet in diameter. The distance to the water level 67-80 feet. It was not difficult to identify, much harder to tell where the water ended and where the mud started: no border existed between them. In my opinion, the overall depth of the water and the sludge was 65 feet. The layer of mud and sludge, thick enough to withstand the branch knots are quite large and tree roots had a thickness of 30 feet. Here and there in the mud stuck out like a raisin in the pudding, rocks and stones of very different shapes and sizes. It is easy to imagine what it was like us in the dark to rummage in these waves of mud cracks and crevices of calcareous bottom in search of those things that could not grab dredger. Besides at us from time to time dumped in the pitch dark boulders, which tempted to water. Still, things were not as bad as it might seem at first glance. It is true that heavy chunks fell to us almost on the head when they want, and that we could neither see them nor prevent their downfall, however, as long as our voice tube, air bags, rescue rope and we ourselves located at a distance from the wall, we were relatively safe. In the fall of boulders water pressure overtaken us before she had time to collapse block, and even if we did not have time to move away, pressurized water falling boulders cast us like a huge soft pillow, the side, often head down and feet up. So we teetered and trembled like egg whites in a glass of water, as long as the excitement did not stop and we again found themselves in a position to stand up. If we had these moments stood, leaning against the wall, we were like a giant pair of scissors to cut in half, and two victims were brought to the rain god.
Out of the Frying Pan
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