The spring weather is variable, like the heart of a beauty: the April sun just roasted in the windless, as suddenly a strong western wind blossomed. First the clouds escaped, then the clouds climbed, threatening either rain or wet snow. It was cold, the wave rose. The clove was so dull, so freezing because of the rare cloves did not make sense.
He laid a whip, splashed out of the bitter water together with a handful of erce:
Well, that is wonderful! All the fish are alive and healthy, and the worms are stinking.
We went home.
- And to me - everything I catch, to any home to carry, - sadly said
A fisherman nearby.
Is this cat harsh? I asked in politeness, waiting.
Hear another panigyric about the best cat in the world.
- No, it is much worse - replied a colleague at the hunt and told me.
The story of a happy man who does not watch the clock.

I used to go fishing on a stream in a country village, quite far from the city. And then one day it fell under an unexpected, prolonged rain, which was not promised by the synoptics. I sit under a bush with a wet chicken and crawl my teeth from the cold. But I was lucky, a heart-healthy lady came, quite, by the way, very unhealthy, and called in the house - to sit in the warmth to the nearest bus.
As is common in decent houses, the hostess exhibited a bottle for heating.
And accordingly, as often happens after anti-cold prevention, we and her suddenly found ourselves in the same bed, and strangely - naked.
In the evening, I picked up, looked at the clock: horror, the last bus is about to leave without me! He dared, without looking, from the table to the bag of things, a bowl with fish, and, on the way, stuck, salmon polished, broke in the direction of the bus stop. The bus was already leaving, but the driver, noticing my desperate gesture, slowed.
The wife at home met cautiously:
“Why are you dry when it rains on the streets, like the rain?
by KEDRA?
You won’t believe I found such a huge tree.
Rare drops flowed through the leaf.
Why does the water blow you?
An acquainted fisherman poured out to maintain a conversation.
Have you caught fish?
And how though. Take the package in the bag.
The wife went for catch, and there was also a lifticker, such as a buzzhalter, turned out to be some sort of mackerel.
A whole year later, my husband did not let me go fishing under any sauce. A lot of years have passed, but until now, any small fish caught is carried home for a little bit of conviction.