Summary “Vasyutkino Lake” Astafyeva
Vasyutkino Lake – this is the name of the lake, which was discovered by the 13-year-old boy Vasyutka. It really was not on the map, it was relatively small, for example, compared with Baikal, but the boy himself discovered it.
The father and grandfather of the boy were fishermen. They even had a whole brigade. My father’s name was Grigory Afanasevich Shadrin, grandfather, respectively Athanasius.
The father for the boy always seemed big and uncommunicative. The boy was always timid at the sight of his father.
Shadrin’s team was in search of fish on the Yenisei River, however, frequent autumn rains did their job, and the fish went to the bottom, the catch was small.
The fishermen went far down the Yenisei River and finally stopped. Boats were put ashore, luggage was brought to the hut, built a few years ago by an academic expedition.
Grigory Afanasievich gave instructions to his fishing team, said that they will not be nomadic this
Further on the whole brigade began a monotonous routine. Fishermen put in order gear and once a day checked the network, which always had a valuable catch. But he did not bring such pleasure, which would be if he was in such quantity, and what they used to see him. And the labor gaiety, excitement and dexterity of the brigade was not.
And Vasyuki has a very boring life. There is no one to play, walk and talk. Only one thought reassured the boy that soon the school year and parents would send him home soon. Even Uncle Kolyada, the foreman of the fish-breeding bot, brought new textbooks to him, and Vasyuka periodically looked at them from boredom. But the most interesting occupation for him was picking nuts for the team. He was very fond of walking in the woods alone, humming different motives and sometimes shooting with a gun.
Once Vasyutka woke up, but in the hut, no one but my mother was. As
Vasyutka was walking along the taiga and wondering how I was doing the nicks and paths, and compared the paths with the wrinkles of my grandfather Athanasius. He loved such arguments from a young age, and he would have continued them, but only heard a nasty croaking. It was a nutcracker, a bird, which is useful because it spreads seeds of cedar in the forest, but it is nasty and bothersome. Vasyutka wanted to shoot her with a gun, but remembered that they were arguing at him for the uselessly spent cartridges. He was looking for cedar fruit, but he found only cones, cedarwood, cones. And suddenly he saw growing nuts in large quantities. He took advantage of the tree, blew it, then collected cones. And suddenly he sees a tree with the same number of fruits. I wanted to climb on him, but suddenly he saw a bird of wood grouse in front of him. He used to hear that this is a big and cunning bird, but it can be lured by a dog, the bird begins to observe the dog, and at this time it can be killed. Being upset that he did not take his dog, Vasyutka himself began to pretend to be her. He began running around on all fours, barking, scratching his face and tearing his shirt. And the capercaillie watched him with interest. And then, taking his will into a fist, Vasyutka shot a bird and shot it. The grouse with fright flew away, and Vasyutka followed. He fled while he was flying, but when the wood-grouse became smaller, he also began to run. As a result, a five-kilogram bird was in the boy’s bag. He happily went further in the woods, whistled a song and thought about his luck. And then his joy was replaced by anxiety. He does not see the notches on the trees and in panic begins to look for them, defining the north and south. He realizes that he has lost his way. Vasyutka could not believe it and was in a daze. He often heard stories about lost people,
Vasyutka was in shock until he heard strange rustles. He got scared and started running. He quickly ran, breaking through the branches of dry and thorny trees. Then he fell down and surrendered. “Whatever happens,” he thought.
From the desire not to freeze and not die, the boy began to recall everything that he once told his father and grandfather. And, remembering the stories, he made a fire and cooked a capercaillie, but he ate it through strength, since he was not salted at all. He remembered that he had taken a sack in which once there was salt, he scraped a pinch from the corners of the bag and ate with pleasure. He began to prepare a night’s lodging, and these worries a little distracted him, and as soon as he lay down, his fear and thoughts overwhelmed him. He knew that wolves, snakes and bears were rarely in this forest, but decided to be safe and went to bed with the gun. In less than five minutes, Vasyutka heard that someone was stealing to him. He heard footsteps on the moss, it was something black, with raised paws or hands. He jumped up and in a panic began to ask “who is this?” and threaten to shoot, but this big and black did not respond. Getting closer, he realized that this is a common root-vyvoroten. Vasyutka told himself that he was a coward, and decided to chop off the process in order not to get scared anymore.
The night in August is short in these places and while Vasyutka was being managed with firewood, it began to grow light. There was a fog and it was cold. Vasyutka sat down next to the fire, warmed up and fell asleep. Woke up when the forest was shrouded in sunlight. The boy for a long time could not understand where he was. The birds did not stop singing and screaming. He had 10 rounds of ammunition, and he did not dare to shoot anymore. He took off his quilted jacket and climbed up a tree, wanted to see the yellow strip of deciduous forest, but only the conifers around. Vasyutka felt small and small and cried out in his throat: “Mum, folder, grandfather, I got lost!”. The boy left the tree and pondered for half an hour, then took a bite and began to gather. He put the nuts in his pocket and went north, namely to the north, and not to the south, because in this way he would rather be out of the forest, hoping to get into the tundra, at least.
He wandered off. She walked, and suddenly the grass began to appear more often, more and more pueree. Vasyutka saw a birch, a bird-cherry, a nettle, a currant, he hoped that the Yenisei was ahead. A gap between the bushes flashed. There really was a shore ahead, but not the Yenisei. There was a swamp ahead, the boy remembered that swamps are ahead of the lakes. His lips quivered, he began to calm himself, telling himself that there is also a swamp under the Yenisei. He ran a little more and saw a small lake.
Vasyutka dug into the cap sobbingly. He decided to spend the night on the beach, chose the place to dry, lit a bonfire, roasted cones like potatoes, and promised himself that he would not eat the bread his mother had given him until he had nothing to eat.
The evening fell, he was tormented by mosquitoes. Vasyutka watched the ducks who swam along the lake and felt themselves mistresses. It was stupid to shoot one of the ducks, as there were a lot of them. Taking the weapon, Vasyutka went to the adjacent toe-land and saw there a large number of fish, and not some, but a white lake. Then he shot a couple of ducks, but one was able to fly off the wounded, the rest he took out and roasted. At the same time he clicked nuts.
The sky was red, and the boy suggested that the next day there would be a wind, with rain. Night came, and after Vasyutka thought about his parents, about the house, about the school, and about how he would get out of the woods, after feeling sick, he fell asleep.
He woke up from the cold. From the beginning I ate the ducks, and then began to warm my back and began to think from where in the lake the white fish. He remembered that once the fishermen told him that if there was a white fish in the lake, then it flows into the river, and Vasyutka was happy because he hoped it was the Yenisei River, but he kept his thoughts, as he did not want to get upset. This news haunted the boy, he decided to go to the place where he killed earlier ducks. And there he found that on the other side is a large lake, and it is there that he finds that shot duck. He does not understand how this duck could be there. And suddenly Vasyutka realizes that the lake is really flowing, that is, it flows into the river. And then the boy ran through hummocks, bushes and trees, and in the distance he noticed a piece of yellow deciduous forest and realized that there is a river running there,
His throat was dry, but he was afraid to stop. The boy reached the stream and hoped that he would bring him to the Yenisei. Vasyutka wanted to eat and only the currants saved him. It began to rain and from hunger he ate the bread that his mother gave him on the road. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already dark, and, having cursed the rain, he fell asleep again. Waking up from the rain, the boy began to look for dry branches for the fire. He warmed his legs and dried his boots and footcloths. And suddenly the horn of the steamer was heard, Vasyutka began to run, before that he roasted the duck and he ran out of strength and matches, he ran and was afraid to lose sight of the river. The boy wandered, falling from fatigue, but eventually ended up on the shore of his native Yenisei River. He began to greedily drink water from the pond and enjoy the beautiful view, which before him seemed dull.
He was thinking up or down to go home, because he was afraid that either someone would not swim, or the house was close, and he would go wrong. In the distance he saw a steamship, waited for him. It was a two-deck passenger steam-ship. Vasyutka started screaming and waving his hands, but he did not see anything except reciprocal greetings. The boy began to prepare for an overnight stay, but the night was alarming, as he was afraid that someone would swim while he was sleeping. And as soon as Vasyutka woke up, he heard the sounds of the approaching fish-breeding bot. The boy quickly gathered himself and began to throw wood on the fire so that he would be noticed more quickly.
Vasyutka screamed desperately, remembering the gun, he fired, thereby attracting attention. As a result, the boat began to moor to the shore, and Vasyutka swam towards him, from the insult of crying and saying that he had lost his way. And there he saw the very same Uncle Kolyada, who recently bought books. The boy told all his acquaintances, and he laughed and said that Vasyutka had left the house for sixty kilometers. After this conversation the boy fell asleep.
Taking Vasutka to the house, on the boat gave a piercing sound. Grandfather Afanasy came out, he was all sad. He told me about his grief that they are looking for a grandson for the fifth day. But he was told that they were sleeping in the cockpit. Grandfather could not believe it and doubted for a long time, called Anka (mother of the boy).
The meeting of the parents with the son looked very touching.
The house was very heated. The boy was put on a couch and covered. Grandpa and mother took care of Vasyuka, trying to beat a cold out of him. Grandfather respected the grandson’s love for the forest, even the rifle promised to buy a new one. And the mother argued, and their dispute with grandfather would continue if the father did not return, all wet and desperate.
The father went into the house and Vaska jumped up in joy, his father pressed him tightly to himself. Vasyutka told his father about the miracle of the lake and two days later, he led the whole team as a leader to show him.
Any weather now was a boy for nothing. He tried all the way to show off to his father, but he did not yield. They walked on, and finally a view of the lake opened before them.
Someone from the fishermen said: “Well, here’s Vasyutkino Lake.” Since then it is so called. Fish there really a lot. In the winter there they built a hut and opened a permanent fishery there.
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