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In a new book, Fyodor Konyukhov will talk about his first voyages (from 1981 to 1994) in the Chukotka mountains, about a solo trip to the North Pole, about climbing Everest, about the first voyages around the world on Karaana and Formosa yachts, and about the dangers that lie ahead a man who defied the elements.

On his travels, Fedor Konyukhov always takes a notebook, a pen for diary entries and a pencil to draw pictures. Detailed notes contain the history of his travels and thoughts. Often they resemble an exciting novel.

In the mountains of Matingingaya, Fedor nearly died in the abyss, at the last moment he managed to catch a bracket on a glacier on the very edge. During a solitary campaign to the North Pole, he fell into a wormwood, climbed out on his own, and continued his journey among endless ice fields. During round-the-world voyages he happened to survive the strongest storms, to see and feel the power of killer waves and giant whales, which could easily destroy the "Karaana". During the round-the-world voyage on Formosa, Filipino pirates stole a yacht from Fedor Konyukhov, he single-handedly recaptured it from them and continued circumnavigation.

Fyodor Konyukhov repeatedly promised himself “to live like all people”, but his dreams and desire to see this world and its beauty again and again compel him to pack his backpack and go on the road, forgetting about the dangers. Today, his travel schedule is planned 10 years in advance.

Who is this book for?

For those who are attracted by the wind of wanderings.

For those who want to find their calling, a big goal and the main dream of their whole life.

This book will help you to believe in yourself and in your strengths and capabilities.

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Fedor Konyukhov

My travels

For reasons unknown to me, I was born not for an easy life, but for enjoying it through overcoming difficulties.

Fedor Konyukhov

Matchingai, the path to the top

Solo climb to the top of Mount Matingingai

Height - 2798 meters above sea level

I have long been planning a solitary climb to some peak. Chose the mountains of Chukotka, Matingai. And when the icebreaker “Moscow” introduced the Captain Markov ocean transport into the Gulf of the Cross, breaking the ice with its mighty stem, even then I was not disappointed in my decision.

This is the highest ridge of Northeast Asia. Snow peaks disappear into the clouds, it seems that Matingai is reliably closed from human eyes. This attracted me, I was sure that it was necessary to climb and see these mysterious peaks. And everything that is revealed to me is displayed in my paintings to show to people.

Already on the second day after the mooring of "Captain Markov" to the pier of the village Egvekinotya climbed up to a nearby mountain about a thousand meters high to warm up. I made my way to the very top and from it I saw the magnificent Ethelkuyum Bay with the Egvekinot. Set up a bivouac, began to draw. After the first lines that appeared on a blank sheet of paper, I felt that it was sacrilege to draw the dazzling white contours of mountains with pencils. Everything was literally white - from the foots to the peaks; there was no reminder of black. Overflowing with this whiteness and silence, I closed the album and went downstairs.

The beginning of the way

In the morning I left the Egvekinot and drove to the foot of Matingingai: I loaded climbing equipment, a tent and a supply of food on the all-terrain vehicle for several days. Local residents expressed some concern about my venture to climb to the top of the ridge alone, but I did not want to hear anything about taking anyone else with me. I was warned that snow was unreliable at the tops at that time, and was advised to go only at night, when frost kept on the eaves. And I will follow this advice.

You can’t come back from here.

I decided to climb the main ridge and go along it to the highest point of Matingai. Today began to rise. Below is a lot of snow. It was hard to go. Hot. And as soon as he stopped, he immediately began to freeze. I got up two hundred meters and went into the fog, followed by fine snow, and felt that I did not have enough strength and calories to work at a fast pace.

The fact is that I have not rested yet from the previous expedition (in the Laptev Sea), there I went skiing with a group of Shparo. On a polar night at low temperature, we covered 500 kilometers of skiing along the hummocks of the polar sea. I remember that earlier, when I was going on any campaign or expedition, I prepared thoroughly - I trained, gained weight. And now, over the years, the desire to prepare has dulled. Yes and no time. For the past few years, I have been constantly on campaigns or expeditions. For eight to nine months I am not at home in Wrangel Bay.

I decided to relax, got comfortable under the eaves and said to himself: “But all the same, Chukotka is unusually beautiful.” He spoke in a whisper so as not to break the pristine silence. He reinforced himself with biscuits and began to wait until night fell on the crest and it was possible to continue the rise.

Fedor Konyukhov

My travels

For reasons unknown to me, I was born not for an easy life, but for enjoying it through overcoming difficulties.

Fedor Konyukhov

Matchingai, the path to the top

Solo climb to the top of Mount Matingingai

Height - 2798 meters above sea level

I have long been planning a solitary climb to some peak. Chose the mountains of Chukotka, Matingai. And when the icebreaker “Moscow” introduced the Captain Markov ocean transport into the Gulf of the Cross, breaking the ice with its mighty stem, even then I was not disappointed in my decision.

This is the highest ridge of Northeast Asia. Snow peaks disappear into the clouds, it seems that Matingai is reliably closed from human eyes. This attracted me, I was sure that it was necessary to climb and see these mysterious peaks. And everything that is revealed to me is displayed in my paintings to show to people.

Already on the second day after the mooring of "Captain Markov" to the pier of the village Egvekinotya climbed up to a nearby mountain about a thousand meters high to warm up. I made my way to the very top and from it I saw the magnificent Ethelkuyum Bay with the Egvekinot. Set up a bivouac, began to draw. After the first lines that appeared on a blank sheet of paper, I felt that it was sacrilege to draw the dazzling white contours of mountains with pencils. Everything was literally white - from the foots to the peaks; there was no reminder of black. Overflowing with this whiteness and silence, I closed the album and went downstairs.

The beginning of the way

In the morning I left the Egvekinot and drove to the foot of Matingingai: I loaded climbing equipment, a tent and a supply of food on the all-terrain vehicle for several days. Local residents expressed some concern about my venture to climb to the top of the ridge alone, but I did not want to hear anything about taking anyone else with me. I was warned that snow was unreliable at the tops at that time, and was advised to go only at night, when frost kept on the eaves. And I will follow this advice.

You can’t come back from here.

I decided to climb the main ridge and go along it to the highest point of Matingai. Today began to rise. Below is a lot of snow. It was hard to go. Hot. And as soon as he stopped, he immediately began to freeze. I got up two hundred meters and went into the fog, followed by fine snow, and felt that I did not have enough strength and calories to work at a fast pace.

The fact is that I have not rested yet from the previous expedition (in the Laptev Sea), there I went skiing with a group of Shparo. On a polar night at low temperature, we covered 500 kilometers of skiing along the hummocks of the polar sea. I remember that earlier, when I was going on any campaign or expedition, I prepared thoroughly - I trained, gained weight. And now, over the years, the desire to prepare has dulled. Yes and no time. For the past few years, I have been constantly on campaigns or expeditions. For eight to nine months I am not at home in Wrangel Bay.

I decided to relax, got comfortable under the eaves and said to himself: “But all the same, Chukotka is unusually beautiful.” He spoke in a whisper so as not to break the pristine silence. He reinforced himself with biscuits and began to wait until night fell on the crest and it was possible to continue the rise.

The snow quietly gave in, the stones became slippery, I walked in great tension, knowing that mistakes were unacceptable. The frost intensified, it was warm in the fur gloves, but without them the hands instantly froze. I had to constantly cut the steps: with one hand I drove the bracket for fastening the logs into the ice, then, holding on to it and maintaining balance, I worked as an ice ax. From tension to colic, the muscles of the legs were numb - stability was difficult to achieve. The sharp injections of ice floes splashing from under the ice ax into the face complemented the discomfort.

An ice ax blow, another blow ... The step is ready. I didn’t look down. It is best to look up or down - an ice ridge stretched there, sharp as the edge of a knife, covered with a thick gray veil of Chukchi fog.

The thought flickered: whether to go back? After all, I risked a lot. But another thought forced me to continue the ascent: I have to feel the mountains, without this a series of graphic sheets about the peaks of Northeast Asia would not work.

Many people think that an artist creates canvases while sitting in a warm workshop. Not everyone has it! My graphic pages are given to me differently, my works are events that I have experienced and felt, these are my thoughts, my perception of the environment.

Thick snow started, so I climbed the top of Matingai blindly - I led the ridge forward. Steel cats have ceased to be a reliable support. Through each step, more often than usual, I chopped off the support step. Blue ice angrily threw the ice ax, did not want to succumb to his blows.

I stopped more often, rested my head on the ice ax to catch my breath and relax my back muscles, then again fiercely pounded the steps. It worked like eight hours until it reached a small stone ledge. On the side of it, the ice was softer and more pliable. By morning, I had hollowed out a niche in it, made a roof out of a stormcloth. The makeshift house was insulated by a dense, endless snowfall.

Boiled half a mug of tea on the stove - shore gasoline, as he took it quite a bit due to the decent weight of the backpack. I drank it uninhibited. The darkness in the house euthanized. As soon as you close your eyes, as treacherous heat spread throughout the body, it became easy and quiet. “Do not sleep,” I ordered myself, “otherwise you can’t return, you will stay here forever, on the crest of Matingai. There's a lot to do below! ”

He ran a hand over his mustache and beard, gathered a icicle that had frozen to them in a handful, and sent it into his mouth. But they caused even greater thirst. “The devil carried me to these mountains,” I thought, “this year there have been three expeditions. Old fool! And all is not enough for you. When will you live like all people? ” In every possible way baking myself, I firmly decided never to climb the mountains alone, and even in the north. True, I have made such oaths before.

He threw off his jacket, covering the entrance to my ice cave, looked at the ridge of peaks - the mountains had definitely left Roerich’s canvases. He took out an album and pencils and began to make sketches. I stopped self-flagellation, with every line came the confidence that I was doing everything right: I climb mountains, walk the ice of the Arctic Ocean, chase Chukotka with Eskimos on dogs ... “No museum, no book,” said Nikolai Roerich, “they won’t give the right to depict Asia and all sorts of other countries, if you have not seen them with your own eyes, if you have not made at least memorable notes on the spot. Persuasiveness is a magical quality of creativity, inexplicable in words, is created only by layering true impressions. Mountains - everywhere mountains, water - everywhere water, sky - everywhere sky, people - everywhere people. Nevertheless, if you, sitting in the Alps, portray the Himalayas, then something indescribable, convincing will be absent. "

He made several sketches with colored pencils, and what he didn’t have time to do, he marked with words: where is what color. And he continued the main work - climbing to the top.

Claiming the "spirit of man"

A guarded, sensitive silence reigns here. Even the wind completely abated, everything as if in anticipation of something. Creepy.

I stand in indecision, to the top a few hundred meters. I say to myself: “Well, Fedor, ready? Naomi Uemureb was harder. "

I often repeat these words. After all, Uemura is an ideal for us travelers, he constantly affirmed "the spirit of man." And now, being here, on the crest of Matachingai, I can more sharply understand the loneliness that the Japanese traveler experienced.

He is no longer alive, on February 12, the climber climbed Mount McKinley, whose height is 6193 meters, and did not return to base camp. Uemura climbed this highest peak of North America for the second time - the first time McKinley was conquered by him in the spring of 1970.

Until Uemura, no one tried to climb this peak in winter. But he did it! The last time a climber was noticed on February 15 on a slope at an altitude of 5180 meters. But then his trace was lost, he never got on the link again. March 1, the press reported: "The US Search and Rescue Service in Alaska refused to continue further searches for the Japanese traveler Naomi Uemura."

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The book of Fyodor Konyukhov “My Travels” will take us into the world of fascinating and exciting travels and will give us a lot of bright and colorful emotions, letting us smell the adventures. After all, the extraordinary adventures described in this book is not a myth, but the real journeys of a very famous person, the legendary Russian traveler Fyodor Konyukhov.

Fedor Konyukhov became famous for his wonderful journeys, which he makes alone, while reflecting their events in his travel notebook and recreating their images with the help of paintings.

The life of Fyodor Filippovich is filled with a constant desire for knowledge of the world and the surrounding nature. Having a large family, as well as employment in various fields of activity, such as art, writing and even priesthood, nevertheless, Fyodor Konyukhov constantly strives for his magical journeys, captivating with his proximity to nature and the achievement of goals.

Fyodor Konyukhov has many awards and honorary titles related to his contribution to the development of tourism, achievements in the fields of literature, art, in the field of church activity and, of course, for his incredible achievements in the field of geographical expeditions.

The education of a great traveler is quite versatile. After first graduating from vocational school and receiving the profession of incrustator carver, Fyodor Konyukhov then studied at the Odessa Maritime School as a navigator, later he also received the profession of a ship mechanic in St. Petersburg, where he also studied at the seminary. Konyukhov is an academician of the art academy in Russia, he owns several thousand paintings. As a writer, Fyodor Filippovich published almost two dozen books in which he describes the unforgettable experiences and experiences of his own travels. Among them are such as: “My spirit is on the deck of the Karaana, Rower in the ocean, Under the red sails, My path to the truth, and others.

The book “My Travels” will reveal to us interesting facts and travel events of Fedor Konyukhov, from the very beginning. We will go to the mountains in Chukotka, follow the traveler along the North Pole, and then climb to the top of Everest. And this is just the beginning. Around the world is still traveling.

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Quotes from the book “My Travels” Fedor Konyukhov

In the late 70s, I worked as a graphic designer at a factory in Nakhodka. There were two of us artists - me and Ivan. Why do artists at the factory? To write posters and slogans: “Five-year plan ahead of schedule”, “Tomorrow we will work better than today”, “Our work is for the Motherland”, “My factory is my pride”.
  Of course, we understood that our slogans were a shit for the workers — all this was necessary for the party organizer. Each society has its own drones, so they try to ensure that all the walls of the plant are hung with our art. As everyone concealed, so he received a letter from the city committee. This means that in the near future he will be transferred from the factory party organization to the city party as an instructor. And this is a big man.

For reasons unknown to me, I was born not for an easy life, but for enjoying it through overcoming difficulties.

From the beginning of the world of snow, accumulated here, turned into blocks of ice that do not melt in spring or summer. Smooth fields of hard and shiny ice stretch into infinity and merge with the clouds.