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There isn't even a cinema here!

You can rent a scooter, bicycle, electric scooter, skateboard or roller skates.

There are a lot of people here from 5 to 80 years old

There is also a regular shooting range in the park with targets and special respect for the military.

There is also a mini shooting range there.
At the shooting range, you can shoot weapons at targets for points, and depending on how many points you score, you receive a reward.
minimum: popcorn
average: toy
best:TEDDY BEAR

There are also slides where you ride on minecarts in other places, with different levels from children's to extreme, where the height is more than 500 centimeters.

The Hunger Bridge attraction

A wooden bridge spans a small pond in the park. It's a typical bridge—railings, planks, everything. But don't rush across it. There's a booth at the entrance with a sign: "Hungry Bridge. 1-minute pass. Do not feed." Inside the booth, a caretaker hands you... a bag of crackers.

You step onto the bridge. The first three meters are silent. Only the planks creak. But halfway through, heads begin to emerge from beneath the bridge. Plastic, on springs, with large eyes and open mouths. These are "bridge animals"—rubber monsters that reach out to you and squeal, "Bread! Bread!" You toss a biscuit, and the animal dives back, chomping. But two more emerge to take its place. And two more. And now the entire bridge is covered in reaching paws, snouts, and tails, all demanding food.

The challenge: cross the bridge in one minute without dropping the bag or stepping on a single paw. The difficulty is that the animals start to rock the bridge. It wobbles, the boards bend, and the railings suddenly become soft (it's foam, but it's still scary). If you stop, the animals will start to "bite" your boots (with soft suction cups, but it's ticklish enough to make you squeal). If you run, the bridge will sway even more, and the crackers will spill into the water.

The trick is in the finale. When you reach the end, the last beast—the largest one, with a crown—emerges from under the bridge entirely and demands a "toll." You need to throw it your last biscuit. If you hit its mouth, you'll be allowed through with honor, and the caretaker will award you a "Friend of the Bridge" badge. If you miss, the beast will be offended, and you'll have to go back, to the jeers of the other monsters.

The attraction operates year-round, but in winter the animals wear hats. It costs pennies. The main thing is not to bring any food other than what's provided. Someone once tried to get through with a shawarma. Most still shudders at the memory.

The Wet Conductor attraction

In the very center of the park, by the fountain, stands a round stage covered with a transparent plastic dome. The dome has holes in it. Inside is a podium with a conductor's baton resting on it, and musical instruments are arranged around it: a drum, cymbals, a xylophone, and a large trumpet bolted to the floor. A sign reads: "Become a maestro. Conquer the elements."

You walk in and grab a baton. As soon as you wave it, the dome begins... dripping. Fine sprays rain down on you through the holes above, in time with your movements. Swing it sharply, and you'll get a jet of water in your face. Swing it gently, and a light drizzle will follow. The goal: "play" the instruments without getting completely soaked. But the trick is that the instruments also react to water. Hit the drum, and a downpour descends. Touch the xylophone, and a "mushroom rain" pours down. And if you decide to blow into the trumpet, a real shower awaits you from a hose hidden in the floor.

The difficulty escalates: every thirty seconds, the dome changes modes. First, it's "Spring Drip," then "Tropical Storm," and finally, "Flood." In "Flood," water pours from all sides, and you need to hit the plates exactly five times to stop the madness. Not everyone succeeds. Some run out after ten seconds, dripping wet but laughing.

The pleasure is worth a symbolic amount—like a cup of coffee. It's only open in the summer. At the end, you'll receive a towel with the park's logo and a badge that says "I Survived the Wet Conductor." And if you manage to stay dry (almost everyone does), the prize is an umbrella with the inscription "I'm Just a Dry Person." Just don't show up in a white T-shirt. And don't try to conduct to the beat—the water will throw off the rhythm anyway.

The Lazy Pirate Rocking Chair Ride

Imagine: you arrive at a park, and instead of queuing for a roller coaster, you're offered... just to lie down. On a huge wooden rocking chair the size of a small boat. It sits in a clearing, surrounded by artificial fog and papier-mâché palm trees. This marvel is called the "Lazy Pirate."

The mechanics are absurdly simple. You climb into the seat (it's about two meters high, so you'll have to climb a rope ladder). You settle in. The ride begins to gently rock—slowly at first, then with increasing speed. At the same time, an orchestral version of "Fifteen Men on a Dead Man's Chest" blasts from hidden speakers, and a robot parrot dangles from a bar in front of your face, shouting, "Start right!", "Yo-ho-ho!" and "Where's my paycheck?"

The trick is that the chair doesn't just rock back and forth. It rotates on its axis, tilts slightly to the side, and sometimes suddenly "listens" to the side, causing you to grab the handrails and squeal. But the funniest part is the descent. Suddenly, the rocker tilts forward, and you slowly slide down a wooden chute, like a slide, straight into a huge pool of foam balls. A sign flies overhead: "You are thrown overboard!"

The ride lasts only three minutes, but in that time you'll feel like a captain, a shipwreck victim, and a child. It's inexpensive, operates without electricity (except for the speakers and the robot parrot), and the line moves quickly because no one wants to get off. Just don't wear a skirt or bring your phone. The foam balls, by the way, smell like coconut. They say this is to prevent visitors from swearing when they shake them out of their hair.

The Drunken Miner slide

At the far end of the park, past the Ferris wheel, stands a wooden mountain, like the set of a Western. Above the entrance is a sign burned into the wood: "Drunken Miner. Mines without brakes. Hold on if you can." Nearby is a cart with hard hats. Hard hats are optional, but the attendant—a mustachioed man in a vest—looks at you so hard you put them on.

The mine carts here are special. They're designed for two people, lined with burlap (to prevent elbows from getting bruised), and instead of a seat, there's a wooden bench with a belt across your stomach. Incidentally, there's only one belt for both of you, and you have to fasten it together, otherwise you won't ride. Once you're seated, the mine cart starts moving automatically—slowly, clanking like a real mine cart. The climb lasts a minute: you climb up the rails, surrounded by darkness, only the flickering lights and the sound of dripping water.

And then comes the descent. And that's where the "drunk" mode begins. The tracks on the mountain aren't laid straight, but rather with twists and turns: a loop, a zigzag, an unexpected 180-degree turn, and a short tunnel where the minecart suddenly tilts to one side, as if about to flip over. It doesn't flip over, but the feeling of plummeting into an abyss is guaranteed. A cheerful accordion plays inside, and someone sings drunkenly over the speakers: "Oh, I'm a miner, I dug and dug... and I lost everything!"

The funniest part is the finale. The minecart reaches the finish line, which leads straight into... a puddle. Yes, a real mud puddle. The minecart brakes so abruptly that you nod off, and the wheels spray. No one comes out clean. Absolutely no one. The caretaker helps you out, dusts you off with a broom, and says, "So, did you find any gold?" The gold is a nugget-shaped badge given to everyone who doesn't yell "Stop!" during the descent. Those who do are few, though.

The slide is open until sunset. The line moves quickly because there are three cars, and they almost never break down. The main thing is not to board with a full stomach. And don't wear sandals. And don't ask why the tracks smell like rum. It's just the flavoring. Probably.