The story of one very interesting person who did not break under the blows of fate and even gets joy from life.
Meet Yuri. 37 years. 2 years on a hip prosthesis. Survived 2 amputations. Since childhood, he led an active lifestyle: football, skiing, running. Since 2014, he has become interested in hiking and climbing. He was on the peaks of Elbrus (5642 m) and Kazbek (5033 m), in the mountains of Kazakhstan, the Northern and Southern Urals in winter and summer multi-day hikes (Taganai, the Dyatlov Pass, Man Pupu Nyory. After amputation, he continues to engage in physical education. In the summer of 2022 with his wife and seven-month-old daughter were in the Elbrus region: walked along the slope from Garabashi to Shelter 11, went to the Maiden Braids waterfall, climbed Mount Cheget on foot. Experienced, as they say, will understand)
Hello! My name is Yuri. Today I want to tell you about how I ended up in a situation where I needed prosthetics.
Together with my wife Katya, we were engaged in cycling and often went on trips to other cities, especially on weekends. But on September 4, 2020, our life changed dramatically.
The day started off great. The golden rays of the sun, penetrating through the thickets of foliage, played on our cheeks as we slowly pedaled our bicycles. The rich aroma of fresh earth and trees filled our lungs, giving a feeling of freedom and lightness. The road was smooth as silk, and bright yellow leaves stretched along it, creating beautiful pictures that captured the unforgettable impressions of this beautiful September day. That is how we will remember this day. But the harsh reality was different...
The idyll of this day did not last long and ended in a violent collision with a crazy driver in tinted Zhiguli. We were on a family trip to the dacha to visit close friends, when suddenly and at great speed a car swept by, overtaking a truck on the side of the road. In that moment, our lives changed forever. Katyusha, my beloved wife, received a blow on a tangent, then a blow followed, and I was thrown onto the asphalt. As a result, the bicycle, which was my faithful companion, lay mangled on the road, and I, with an open fracture of the lower leg, tried to understand the situation, lying in my own blood, among the speeding cars.
I slowly lost consciousness, feeling how my being obeys the forces of terrible darkness, hiding in its depths a terrible horror.







