Whether it is possible to revive the dead?
which Or rather, died out the Question of course, interesting. From the theoretical point of view - hardly. All right, one, specific person who already endured clinical death. Here still can be and sometimes there are options. In time given medical assistance, high qualification of physicians, the corresponding hardware and Literally from a next world of people comes back to our world. World of live.
But when it is not about one - two isolated cases, and about dead... When statement of a question assumes that revived there has to be quite a lot... No, it is impossible!
Or perhaps you should not hurry with conclusions? Life such surprising piece that in it there is always a place not only to a feat, but also a miracle. And unknown, speak, happens. Moreover as happens.
Here I would also like to tell about one of such cases. But before beginning, - small specification. If to be extremely exact in terms, then the speech everything is will go not about the dead. About died out.
Generally, business so was
U of the Maori inhabiting New Zealand the legend of the Polynesian seafarer Coupet who in the X century came to their islands on an easy catamaran remained. But a legend - not the document. Someone and has enough oral word, and it is necessary for some that the piece of paper was. Moreover it is obligatory with blue signatures and the seals. And that the press, it is desirable, not one stood!
So to trust or not to the Maori legends, of course, everyone for himself solves. But the fact remains. When in 1648 Mr. Abel Tasman approached the first of Europeans coast of New Zealand, Maori on islands already were. And they, by the way, not some there unclear Polynesian blood.
But Tasman came and departured, and active development of islands by Europeans began only after in 1768 they were examined by James Cook.
And already natives told to the first researchers of some remarkable birds. And so colourfully told. Like, that is an aky bird this to a takakha... And plumage at it remarkable, colourful, and it big, approximately, as your geese, and it is a pleasure to hunt it. It - does not fly. Catch up and cane pouvesisty. And meat at it But as soon as the story of Maori reached flavoring parameters of meat to a takakha On it it also came to an end. Well, it was impossible to continue it with such amount of saliva in a mouth which at natives intensively began to be emitted as soon as they remembered what meat at this remarkable bird.
Such colourful stories were difficult not to believe. And Europeans believed. But there were years Decades went. And live to a takakha so nobody and in eyes saw. All right only the bird. What stone or there its plumelet and that Well, anything! As New Zealand she vanished into thin air.
The people also decided that fairy tales all this. The myth is Maori. Fruit of aborigensky imagination. And imaginations thing such Non-material. Them to look for Bestolka. Searches also stopped. But not all. Sometimes on life especially rested persons meet. Of course, it is not enough of them. But sometimes and the stick shoots. And the animal - on the hunter runs.
Walter Mentell was such hunter in New Zealand . Unruly man. Everything to it to look for, collect And somehow in 1847 these searches abandoned him in one of small maoriysy villages on the Northern island. And there Natives showed it a skull, a chest bone and separate fragments of a skeleton of some large bird. But what it is concrete, so, offhand, and not to define. Mentell fast grabbed all these bones and - on mail. Packed a find carefully and sent to London. To father. Which, by the way, was the geologist, famous on that time. Also had among good acquaintances of professor Owen. Paleontologist.
To it - that Mentell - the senior a forward stroke also went from mail after received a posylochka from the son. So supposedly and so, mister professor, would not look? And paleontologists, such people, and poridzhy do not feed with their puddings, let`s pick only with stones.
Da Owen and did not need to be asked, he as soon as saw what is there, in a parcel, right there grabbed a ruler and a microscope. Also let`s these stones measure, consider. And as measured everything and noticed then gave out. Like, these bones belong to the big not flying, unknown science a bird. And on pleasures called by her name of the son of the friend - Notornis mantelli.
But on it history did not end. In two years after an unexpected find of Walter Mentell Late fall 1849 on the island Rezolyushn that in Daski`s passage, the small group zveroboyev landed. Business by the night was. What here hunting for a seal? To set up, have a bite camp than God sent and to a dream.
The people and made. And rose in the morning, got out of tents Oh! And at night - that Snow dropped out. And on snow Traces are bird`s, on chicken similar. Here only the size at them Enormous it is simple. Well, hunters of doggies untied and - on their trace. And those well knew the business. And caught up large soon, it is more than half a meter height, a bird with beautiful, elegant plumage.
At once evident, it is bright - red, strong legs and a powerful beak, on issinya - the black head, is proud sitting on the same color a throat. Wings and a tail at this representative of birds were lighter: blue, with metal outflow, contrasting with snow-white podkhvosty. And all this variety of colors was supplemented olivkovo - a green back and it is violet - blue sides, a breast and a neck.
The bird quite strange behaved at approach of dogs. Did not fly up, and promptly rushed from them nautyok. Da unless you will escape from dogs? Especially - on deep snow. And here and people appeared in time. By the way, hungry. Yet not having breakfast. So the fate of a bird was decided quickly and irrevocably. Fried it.
But the skin and feathers, in a type of their full inedibility, remained are whole. Also served, thanks to the same tireless Walter Mentell, for the science benefit as incontestable material confirmation of the fact of existence to a takakha.
Later, besides - by means of dogs, caught these birds. Last time in 1898 already on the Southern island, in nine miles to the South from the lake Those are Anau. But after that - as cut off. Ten. Twenty. Thirty years. And - any live to a takakha. Neither skin, nor plumelet, nor stone - che - go.
The ornithological people, of course, fell apart very strongly. Condoled, condoled... And what you will make? It was necessary to enter to a takakha in lists of the died-out animals.
However, Maori said that in mountains at the lake Those are Anau the bird still is found. Only who will believe those, famous storytellers and visionaries? If only Dzhiofri Orbell . The doctor by profession and the naturalist on calling. Here he - believed.
And in 1947 together with several friends reached the almost impassable dense woods of the western coast of the lake. But the first pancake as it often happens, left at friends a lump. Though they also saw some strange traces And even shouts were heard! But here to a takakha Alas!
The first failures break someone. Force to refuse conceived. But Orbell was not from takovsky. Next year it went to the lake again. And persistence and work And good luck smiled to Dzhiofri! At once two to a takakha in all beauty of the amazing plumage were snared placed on them.
Sceptics and pessimists were shamed. Da they if it is honest, to it not really also were upset. Even on the contrary! With pleasure struck to a takakha off the lists which died out. Also referred to other category. Live.
And let now to a takakha meet only on Hugo - the West of the Southern island, in mountains Marchison and Styyuart where the government of New Zealand for protection of this bird created the special reserve, with a huge area of 160 thousand (!) hectares On which now, by estimates of experts, live, nest and remove posterity not so many birds of this look. Only 200 - 250 couples. But! Live. Live takakho.
Who if it is very strong to want, as once Walter Mentell and Dzhiofri Orbell, then can be seen not only on a one-dollar New Zealand coin of 1982. But also in the family for them valleys on Hugo - the West of the Southern island