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. Continue reading