The Terek is dancing. Waves run over each other, joining, merging in a fit of passion, and are carried away, giving way to others of their own kind, alike, but others, never repeating. “The feverish mouths stuck together, The passionate hands intertwined.” - for me these lines are not only about the ancient tower in the Darial Gorge, Queen Tamara and her night guests. These are the words about the dancing Terek.