"Here used to live a woman, Vinogradova. She lived in a winter hut Pyasina. She went fishing and hunting, shot seals and bears. Once she decided to move from the Arctic to Ukraine. She built a house there, but was short of money to make a fence around the house. That was why she came back here for some period of time. She went fishing and hunting again. After she left to Ukraine and made a fence around her house, she died".
"Do you think, Dikson has a future?"
"Of course, it has", Bukhta answered confudently. "Dikson is our outpost in the Arctic. It is the capital of the Arctic. It is the best harbour for ships to stay in the Northern Sea Route. Scientists and meteorologists should work here as it was earlier. The North has to be developed, it has lots of natural resources. Not coincidentally, there is a war over it now. It is a good place to open, for instance, a museum of the Arctic development history. I have seen a good example in Norway. They build a village on water like in antiquity just after finding a vikings' boat at that place. They build roads and tunnels. And tourists from all over the world go there. This place has its history, the interesting buildings, but in our country they don't attract any attention for some reason and our authorities are not interested even in a museum.
There used to live a family here, the Lubninyhs, who devoted themselves to the history. Gerard Ivanovich was a military sailor, served on the archipelago Novaya Zemlya (New Land) and worked here in the harbour as a engineer-hydrotechnician. Alla Fyodorovna was an economist. They studied the Taymyr coast from the mys Cheluskin to Dudinka. They didn't spend their holidays neither in Sochi nor on Havaji, they went to the North taking their rucksacks and a tent. After they died nobody wanted to hand their lamp. In Bergen, a city in Norway, there is a museum with a ship Fram. It is permissible to walk there, to have a look at the cabins and the machinery. There are polar explorers' individual things there. On Dikson you can see a lot of ships and schooners here and there, but they disappear. Maybe, the sea washes them off... Do you want to go to the tide-gauge at night with me? Have you got a torch?"