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A “test drive” in the opposite direction no longer produces the indelible impression that we received when we first set foot on this “warpath.” What do we need off-road? We crack holes like nuts and boldly push our line along the roadsides. The minibus is shaking behind us. Yes, we don’t envy those in the salon. A military KamAZ truck is rushing towards us. This is his element. But the RAV4, as it turned out, is no slouch, and, surprisingly, we weren’t tired at all.
It was very comfortable for those who drove the entire journey: the seat is electrically adjustable and beautifully molded. The comrade in the back seat got completely lazy and stopped trying to use the steering wheel, admitting that he was fine there even without a steering wheel, that he hardly chatted on the bumps, and there was so much space that he could lie down, take a nap, and in general, feel at home.
Toyota RAV4 demonstrates a very moderate “appetite”, which is confirmed by the trip computer readings - on average we consume 8.7 liters per 100 kilometers. 20 liters is enough for us both ways, and that’s 740 rubles.
Results:
the road to Svetlye Lakes with a stop at Volodarsk and Frolishchi and back - approximately 220 km;
travel time - 10 hours;
excursion to Bugrov’s dacha - 350 rubles;
Lunch - 300 rubles.
Total per person - 473 rubles.
Considering that this was reconnaissance, the expenses were quite minimal. They will increase if you travel with an overnight stay and the obligatory barbecue, but not by much. In any case, there will be more impressions, and their quality will be richer. Both the soul and the body will rest. And you will recognize, understand and appreciate your car. We give the Toyota RAV4 5 points plus. How much will you set for your “swallow”, and for yourself too?
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Excerpt characterizing Volodarsk
Wandering along the golden harp, With its passionate harmony Calls you to itself, calls you! Another day or two, and heaven will come... But ah! your friend won't live! And he had not yet finished singing the last words when the young people in the hall were preparing to dance and the musicians in the choir began to knock their feet and cough. Pierre was sitting in the living room, where Shinshin, as if with a visitor from abroad, began a political conversation with him that was boring for Pierre, to which others joined. When the music started playing, Natasha entered the living room and, going straight to Pierre, laughing and blushing, said: “Mom told me to ask you to dance.” “I’m afraid of confusing the figures,” said Pierre, “but if you want to be my teacher...” And he extended his thick hand, lowering it low, to the thin girl. While the couples were settling down and the musicians were lining up, Pierre sat down with his little lady. Natasha was completely happy; she danced with a big one, with someone who came from abroad. She sat in front of everyone and talked to him like a big girl. She had a fan in her hand, which one young lady had given her to hold. And, assuming the most secular pose (God knows where and when she learned this), she, fanning herself and smiling through the fan, spoke to her gentleman. - What is it, what is it? Look, look,” said the old countess, passing through the hall and pointing at Natasha. Natasha blushed and laughed. - Well, what about you, mom? Well, what kind of hunt are you looking for? What's surprising here? In the middle of the third eco-session, the chairs in the living room, where the count and Marya Dmitrievna were playing, began to move, and most of the honored guests and old people, stretching after a long sitting and putting wallets and purses in their pockets, walked out the doors of the hall. Marya Dmitrievna walked ahead with the count - both with cheerful faces. The Count, with playful politeness, like a ballet, offered his rounded hand to Marya Dmitrievna. He straightened up, and his face lit up with a particularly brave, sly smile, and as soon as the last figure of the ecosaise was danced, he clapped his hands to the musicians and shouted to the choir, addressing the first violin: “Semyon!” Do you know Danila Kupor? This was the count's favorite dance, danced by him in his youth. (Danilo Kupor was actually one figure of the Anglese.) “Look at dad,” Natasha shouted to the whole hall (completely forgetting that she was dancing with a big one), bending her curly head to her knees and bursting into her ringing laughter throughout the hall. Indeed, everyone in the hall looked with a smile of joy at the cheerful old man, who, next to his dignified lady, Marya Dmitrievna, who was taller than him, rounded his arms, shaking them in time, straightened his shoulders, twisted his legs, slightly stamping his feet, and with a more and more blooming smile on his round face, he prepared the audience for what was to come. As soon as the cheerful, defiant sounds of Danila Kupor, similar to a cheerful chatterbox, were heard, all the doors of the hall were suddenly filled with men's faces on one side and women's smiling faces of servants on the other, who came out to look at the merry master. - Father is ours! Eagle! – the nanny said loudly from one door. The count danced well and knew it, but his lady did not know how and did not want to dance well. Her huge body stood upright with her powerful arms hanging down (she handed the reticule to the Countess); only her stern but beautiful face danced. What was expressed in the count's entire round figure, in Marya Dmitrievna was expressed only in an increasingly smiling face and a twitching nose. But if the count, becoming more and more dissatisfied, captivated the audience with the surprise of deft twists and light jumps of his soft legs, Marya Dmitrievna, with the slightest zeal in moving her shoulders or rounding her arms in turns and stamping, made no less an impression on merit, which everyone appreciated her obesity and ever-present severity. The dance became more and more animated. The counterparts could not attract attention to themselves for a minute and did not even try to do so. Everything was occupied by the count and Marya Dmitrievna. Natasha pulled the sleeves and dresses of all those present, who were already keeping their eyes on the dancers, and demanded that they look at daddy. During the intervals of the dance, the Count took a deep breath, waved and shouted to the musicians to play quickly. Quicker, quicker and quicker, faster and faster and faster, the count unfolded, now on tiptoes, now on heels, rushing around Marya Dmitrievna and, finally, turning his lady to her place, made the last step, raising his soft leg up from behind, bending his sweaty head with a smiling face and roundly waving his right hand amid the roar of applause and laughter, especially from Natasha. Both dancers stopped, panting heavily and wiping themselves with cambric handkerchiefs. “This is how they danced in our time, ma chere,” said the count. - Oh yes Danila Kupor! - Marya Dmitrievna said, letting out the spirit heavily and for a long time, rolling up her sleeves. While the Rostovs were dancing the sixth anglaise in the hall to the sounds of tired musicians out of tune, and tired waiters and cooks were preparing dinner, the sixth blow struck Count Bezukhy. The doctors declared that there was no hope of recovery; the patient was given silent confession and communion; They were making preparations for the unction, and in the house there was the bustle and anxiety of expectation, common at such moments. Outside the house, behind the gates, undertakers crowded, hiding from the approaching carriages, awaiting a rich order for the count's funeral. The Commander-in-Chief of Moscow, who constantly sent adjutants to inquire about the Count’s position, that evening himself came to say goodbye to the famous Catherine’s nobleman, Count Bezukhim. The magnificent reception room was full. Everyone stood up respectfully when the commander-in-chief, having been alone with the patient for about half an hour, came out of there, slightly returning the bows and trying as quickly as possible to pass by the gazes of doctors, clergy and relatives fixed on him. Prince Vasily, who had lost weight and turned pale during these days, saw off the commander-in-chief and quietly repeated something to him several times. Having seen off the commander-in-chief, Prince Vasily sat down alone on a chair in the hall, crossing his legs high, resting his elbow on his knee and closing his eyes with his hand. After sitting like this for some time, he stood up and with unusually hasty steps, looking around with frightened eyes, walked through the long corridor to the back half of the house, to the eldest princess. Those in the dimly lit room spoke in an uneven whisper to each other and fell silent each time and, with eyes full of question and expectation, looked back at the door that led to the dying man’s chambers and made a faint sound when someone came out of it or entered it. “The human limit,” said the old man, a clergyman, to the lady who sat down next to him and naively listened to him, “the limit has been set, but you cannot pass it.” “I’m wondering if it’s too late to perform unction?” - adding the spiritual title, the lady asked, as if she had no opinion of her own on this matter. “It’s a great sacrament, mother,” answered the clergyman, running his hand over his bald spot, along which ran several strands of combed, half-gray hair. -Who is this? was the commander in chief himself? - they asked at the other end of the room. - How youthful!... - And in his seventies! What, they say, the count won’t find out? Did you want to perform unction? “I knew one thing: I had taken unction seven times.” The second princess just left the patient’s room with tear-stained eyes and sat down next to Doctor Lorrain, who was sitting in a graceful pose under the portrait of Catherine, leaning his elbows on the table. “Tres beau,” said the doctor, answering a question about the weather, “tres beau, princesse, et puis, a Moscou on se croit a la campagne.” [beautiful weather, princess, and then Moscow looks so much like a village.] – N'est ce pas? [Isn’t it true?] - said the princess, sighing. - So can he drink? Lorren thought about it. – Did he take the medicine? - Yes. The doctor looked at the breget. “Take a glass of boiled water and put in une pincee (with his thin fingers he showed what une pincee means) de cremortartari... [a pinch of cremortartari...] “Don’t drink, listen,” the German doctor said to the adjutant, “so that after the third blow there was nothing left.” – What a fresh man he was! - said the adjutant. – And who will this wealth go to? – he added in a whisper. “There will be a okotnik,” the German answered, smiling. Everyone looked back at the door: it creaked, and the second princess, having made the drink shown by Lorren, took it to the sick man. The German doctor approached Lorren. - Maybe it will last until tomorrow morning? - asked the German, speaking bad French. Lorren, pursing his lips, sternly and negatively waved his finger in front of his nose. “Tonight, not later,” he said quietly, with a decent smile of self-satisfaction in the fact that he clearly knew how to understand and express the patient’s situation, and walked away. Meanwhile, Prince Vasily opened the door to the princess’s room. The room was dim; only two lamps were burning in front of the images, and there was a good smell of incense and flowers. The entire room was furnished with small furniture: wardrobes, cupboards, and tables. The white covers of a high down bed could be seen from behind the screens. The dog barked. - Oh, is it you, mon cousin? She stood up and straightened her hair, which had always, even now, been so unusually smooth, as if it had been made from one piece with her head and covered with varnish. - What, did something happen? – she asked. “I’m already so scared.” - Nothing, everything is the same; “I just came to talk to you, Katish, about business,” said the prince, wearily sitting down on the chair from which she had risen. “How did you warm it up, however,” he said, “well, sit here, causons.” [let's talk.] - I was wondering if something had happened? - said the princess and with her unchanged, stone-stern expression on her face, she sat down opposite the prince, preparing to listen. “I wanted to fall asleep, mon cousin, but I can’t.” - Well, what, my dear? - said Prince Vasily, taking the princess’s hand and bending it downwards according to his habit.
Housing
The total area of the city's housing stock was 303.1 thousand m², including 169.6 thousand m² in individual residential buildings and 133.5 thousand m² in multi-apartment residential buildings. 89.6% of the total residential area of Volodarsk is privately owned by citizens. At the same time, two-room apartments predominate in the city's housing stock. The larger two-storey developments are residential buildings at the mills and in the town centre. The streets in the area of the Seymovskaya poultry farm are lined with modern five-story buildings[4].
Toyota RAV4: suspension
You can drive at any speed, but preferably no more than 15 - 20, and in some places 0 kilometers per hour (first stop, then “crawl”). Therefore, on relatively flat areas, two hundred meters long, no more, we spur our brave RAV4 to 40 - 50 and a little more, in order to cheer up both it and ourselves, and at the same time get closer to our cherished goal. The 2.5-liter 180-horsepower engine, producing 233 Nm and operating in tandem with a 6-speed automatic transmission, easily allows you to make sharp and short dashes.
All that is required is to remain vigilant and slow down in front of the most terrible pits, of which there are plenty here. You can, of course, overshoot, but the car does not deserve such an attitude, although it is capable, it was clear, of taking over an obstacle in motion. We used the capabilities of the RAV4 by sixty percent, no more was required, or rather, he himself decided what to do at one time or another, and these moments changed, sometimes at breakneck speed.
Having crossed the next section along the side of the road, because the soil in that place turned out to be preferable to the former asphalt roadway, and having reached relatively intact concrete slabs, we give the gas, not seeing what’s next - grayness merges with grayness... And there are some kind of craters that you can’t get around. There is nothing left to do but slam on the brakes. The “stern” sharply pulls to the side, but the integrated dynamic control system, which can steer the rear axle, returns it to its place.
The restyled Toyota RAV4 has changed not only in appearance. And the matter is not limited to an expanded set of options: you will feel the main differences from the previous model only when you get behind the wheel, because Toyota engineers have worked thoroughly on the settings of the suspension elements.
It seems that everything is the same - McPherson in front, multi-link in the rear, but you feel the car even better: a little trick worked in the form of larger rear silent blocks, stiffer shock absorbers and “soft” springs. Thanks to this decision, the car, which was already attentive to the driver, became even more obedient. In addition to the fact that you no longer need to steer at high speed, you pass joints and small and medium-sized asphalt unevenness without noticing.
There’s not even a smell of such little things here, but we won’t be crawling through this virgin soil forever! We crawl, however, mentally - 10 percent of traction is present on the rear axle by default, but, if necessary, you can forcibly distribute the torque between the axles in a 50:50 ratio. This mode operates at speeds of up to 40 kilometers per hour, then everything depends on the will of the sensors that monitor the situation.
A little later, on a sandy and rather steep descent and ascent to one of the Svetlye lakes, this helped us a lot. We are finally and irrevocably convinced that the RAV4 is still a real crossover, which you can safely drive not only on the highway, but also on good off-road terrain, which is the “road” to Frolishchi.
