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A boy of about 10-12 years old on the barefoot, without a headgear, in his underpants and faded from the sun, ran away from the hanging cloud of thunderstorms, a boy of about 10-12 years old. In his right hand, he held a float fishing rod lying on his shoulder. And in the left carried at the end of the rope, on which 15-20 sandcares and roach were strung through the gills - trophies of his fishing.
The first heavy drops of summer rain fell on him almost on the outskirts of the village, where he was born and lived with his father and mother. As soon as he approached the first hut, a gust of wind with the rain bent fishing to the ground and then he heard a deafening roll of thunder. We must look for shelter. I only thought and saw on the opposite side of the street a spreading tree of an apple tree, endowed by nature with a thick crown of leaves that form an umbrella for sheltering a traveler in bad weather from the rain, and in the summer from the scorching sun in the coolness of its shadows. Here a fisherman hid from the rain and thunderstorms.
The rain ended. The rays of daylight broke through the rare clouds and small drops of a warm summer rain poured. The fisherman left the shelter and fled to his house, where on the street, standing at the gate, his mother and cat Timothy were waiting for his mother. Mom, seeing wet clothes in her son ran into the hut for dry and quickly changed her and began to fry the fish. The Cat"s asking meow turned into a satisfied rumbling, as soon as my mother, chopping off her heads and cleaning the insides threw them for a meal to the cat on the green grass of the courtyard. The fisherman also got his own - a fish fry with dill and onion.
This ends the excursion into the childhood of my future hero
The first heavy drops of summer rain fell on him almost on the outskirts of the village, where he was born and lived with his father and mother. As soon as he approached the first hut, a gust of wind with the rain bent fishing to the ground and then he heard a deafening roll of thunder. We must look for shelter. I only thought and saw on the opposite side of the street a spreading tree of an apple tree, endowed by nature with a thick crown of leaves that form an umbrella for sheltering a traveler in bad weather from the rain, and in the summer from the scorching sun in the coolness of its shadows. Here a fisherman hid from the rain and thunderstorms.
The rain ended. The rays of daylight broke through the rare clouds and small drops of a warm summer rain poured. The fisherman left the shelter and fled to his house, where on the street, standing at the gate, his mother and cat Timothy were waiting for his mother. Mom, seeing wet clothes in her son ran into the hut for dry and quickly changed her and began to fry the fish. The Cat"s asking meow turned into a satisfied rumbling, as soon as my mother, chopping off her heads and cleaning the insides threw them for a meal to the cat on the green grass of the courtyard. The fisherman also got his own - a fish fry with dill and onion.
This ends the excursion into the childhood of my future hero
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-6044609-6-2
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