Rollton Cakes
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How Gray-haired dragged crucian carp for two rods at once
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Bad bream
Where to catch bream? Successful and effective methods of catching bream in bad weather. Tackle and bait for fishing. During the period of autumn cooling with the arrival of long…

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When a friend is under the ice

This morning, Sergei clearly caught Vitaly on the first ice. The fish seemed to go around the holes of his friend and took only from him. When another large fish fluttered at Sergei’s hole, Vital broke through. For about five minutes he cursed the fate of the tin, interspersing lamentations with juicy-catchy interjections, and in the end he kicked the snotty ruff lying alone at the hole and, throwing a box behind his back, moved to the fairway.

Sergey was strangled with laughter – a hefty kid burst out laughing like a boy, but understood Vitaly with his heart: he had to envy himself, looking at a successful neighbor carrying fish one after another, and there were only three meters to the neighbor’s hole …

– Vitaly! – shouted after Sergey. – Sit next, haste. Have fun together!

But Vitaly, without turning around, waved his hand and walked quickly.

Again, a large scammer took Sergey, but the joy of his capture seemed to fade, was incomplete. But what seemed to be missing? And the fish bite, and the ice is warm, as in the blessed season of the Indian summer. The gaze was pleasing to the ice space, gilded by the sun. I wanted to see what’s next? But then the ice merged with the sky, and the banks, shrouded in a light haze, converged like rocks in the myth of the Argonauts. Downstream, only the left bank became chenille, lost in the haze, and the right one went behind the turn. The islands blackened, birch trees froze in the ice, once rustling on the Volga coast, stretching out withered clumsy branches, oaks and elms stood.

Sergey turned away. The sight of the dead forest weighed on him. He knew another forest: clean pine forests bordered by mossy swamps and densely saturated with the smell of wild rosemary, birch forests, quiet and mushroom in the fall, noisily measured above the small river, in which creepers splashed.

Sergey looked after the departing Vital and realized that he now lacks ordinary human communication, there was no one with whom the joy of being overwhelming his chest could be shared. It is not interesting to fish, albeit measured, beautiful, but alone, by a spit. Although there is another extreme – huge clusters of people, holes in the holes of ice a meter away from each other. And woe to that lucky man who in this anthill will extract at least some living creature from the hole. The law of the flock is harsh: here they vigilantly follow each other, and after a moment the knives of the ice drills pierce the ice at the feet of the lucky …

Sergei again looked after Vitale, groping his eyes at the tall figure with a box, but the ice was deserted …

Sergey jumped up. What the hell?! Having lost support on smooth ice, he waved his hands, restoring his balance and, grabbing his ice pick, rushed along the tracks of Vitali with slipping steps.

A strip of tracks imprinted on hoarfrost went toward the fairway, turning slightly to the left. After about two hundred meters, Sergey’s unstable running almost fell into a hole covered with thin ice. Going around her, he came across another ravine. Traces formed here. Water in the ravine soared …

– Vital … Vital! .. – First, in a whisper, then breaking into a cry, called Sergey, not believing in the worst.

Suddenly, about five meters below the ravine, a thumping thumped, and then white fingers surfaced under the clear ice and frantically scraped on the ice.

– Ah! – grabbing the ice pick, Sergey chopped, crushed the ice cracking under its weight, broke it with his hands, ripping them into the blood, but it thumped lower, and again his white fingers scraped on the ice …

Chill beat Sergey. He hollowed the next wormwood, given the course. A broken arm appeared in the broken lane, which Sergey immediately grabbed and pulled over. The ice cracked, but Sergei frantically pulled and pulled by the hand, recapturing a living human body from the water. He saw himself as if from a distance, remotely, as if forgetting about time. Only the bruising scratches on the hand from the sinking nails and fatigue reminded me of the reality of what was happening.

In order to take a sip of the Volga water Vital, although it was at a safe distance from the wormwood, instinctively crawled to the side.

– Alive, alive, tramp! – Sergey braked him. Vital vomited …

And again, Sergei could not believe it: there was nothing, it could not be! .. Such cases of true and bad death end. Sergei heard from experienced people and even saw it: people drowning along the stream stupidly and quickly, like those two kayakers who were pulled under the coastal margins. They also fought under clear ice, but the people who ran above them did not even have a knife.

Sergey twitched …

Then they lay on the ice and, silently, smoked. Light fluffy clouds floated above their heads, slightly blue at the bottom, pulled along the Volga a cold southeast breeze, and laden barges and white clean-boats, endlessly traversed along the water corridor seized by thin ice.

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