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I'm not a big fan of fishing – there isn't much opportunity for it. But since people are sharing stories here, I'll share mine.
Last summer, I went on a camping trip to the Volga River. My friend and I, after everyone else had gone to sleep, rowed out to a small island nearby. He cast his fishing rod... We sat down and started making tea and sandwiches; luckily, we had brought food and firewood for the night. We sat there from 10 PM to 3 AM... Nothing bit. It was already dark, and I was getting sleepy. So, I lay down by the fire, and Vitalik went to the shore to watch for bites. We talked to each other like that, and all around us, we heard rustling in the bushes, and the atmosphere was a little spooky. Vitalik kept complaining that there was a big beaver in the bushes that might eat him. The guy is almost 19 years old! So... I thought I saw something, then I heard a splash... and silence. I called out to Vitalik. He didn't answer. I called out a couple more times, and he still didn't answer. I thought, "Oh no... the beaver dragged him into the water!" I got up and went to the shore, and Vitalik, the rascal, was holding a bream in his hands and shouting, "Yurka! We caught one! We finally caught one!" So, I was worried about him, and he was catching fish! Anyway, I immediately forgot all my worries and ran over to help him unhook it. I have to say that from that moment on, we started catching fish. We didn't catch much, maybe 10 kilograms, but still... In the morning, we went back to the camp, went to sleep, and left the fish for the cooks. By evening, they had already baked it
Step aside from the way of a better man than you
So you fall at his feet hes the one who betrays you
Its the servants devotion for the decay
Stand up
There are no flowers on your grave
There are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name © Amorphis
So you fall at his feet hes the one who betrays you
Its the servants devotion for the decay
Stand up
There are no flowers on your grave
There are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name © Amorphis