I was three years old, although many years have passed, but I remember this adventure clearly. Mom and Dad were lying on a stone going into the sea, sunbathing. Dad covered his face with a newspaper. My mom is doing something too. And I, as a brave pioneer, moved to the very edge of the stone. The water in our part of the Caspian Sea in the summer is cold, but very clean and transparent.
There was a bull on the bottom.
What do brave heroes do in three years? They boldly step from the stone into the sea. Well, what about the fact that there is a meter deep, well, that we can’t swim. The fish is there! Have any proposals? There are no proposals!
My mother heard the bullshit. The child was no longer on the stone.
She rushed to the edge of the stone and grabbed her son for his hair, raised his head over the water and heard an angry excuse.
What are you doing? Do you see, I’m catching a bull?! to
As if the bull did not catch you.
Fortunately for me, a guy was swimming in the aqualance next to me. Almost a cosmonaut at that time, 1977.
He immediately understood my male concerns and caught me a bull, which was placed in a litre bowl.
Satisfied and proud of my prey, I protracted to the house, where I did not delay to boast my bull to the domestic cat Vasske.
Here is! I said, look at what I have!! I showed him the bank.
Vaska Bull didn’t value as I wanted. He sharply pulled his foot into the bowl and a second later rushed with the fish in his teeth from the roaring child.
My mom hugged me and decided to calm me down.
This is a cat, they eat fish.
I am myself! I wanted to eat it myself!! She heard in response...