Hands were shaking with small tremors, my heart was working at the speed of a racing car, and the cry “aaaa” was stuck somewhere in the sky of the Moscow region.

I could not catch my breath, say a word, but inside everything was torn from emotions. It was cool!

My soul now seemed to have made its way back up and took off, dangling between the clouds, and my lips stretched themselves into a smile.

The instructor unfastened the fasteners, and I collapsed to the ground, and then fell on my back and spread my arms to the sides. A bumblebee buzzed somewhere nearby, a butterfly flew in front...