Books in the fishing dugout

… opening the dugout, we saw books on the shelves … This was not in any dugout in which we had to spend the night …

This morning we are fishing on the Volga ducts near the Roasted knoll. Overnight fishing. Therefore, we decided in advance to think over the way of spending the night. Our old dwellings on this island have already collapsed and we intended to spend the night in a forest by the fire, which is also not a novelty to us. But a local fisherman told us where to spend the night at a warm stove.

They came to the house, sawed firewood with a chainsaw, which they took with them for an overnight stay in the forest, and there the builders came. Silent, silent. They decided to check the dugout, if everything is in order. So they said. Apparently, they have a house in the Trinity settlements. They did not spend the night, only asked to keep order in the housing. And we don’t need to ask about it. We always leave order to ourselves, pick up garbage in bags, take it to the city in the trunk of the car, leave firewood and everything that does not spoil: sugar, salt, concentrates, matches and more. At least we try to do this, but we always take the garbage with us, even from housing, even from a bonfire on the shore where we spent the night. Continue reading →