Once in the hydropark


Our hydropark is located on an island that is surrounded on all sides by water. It is bordered by a small river and man-made channel. Along the banks of the hydropark, willows grow. These are old, spreading trees with wide trunks. There are always lots of twigs under them. Fallen trees or their massive branches, like boats, buried themselves in the coastal silt. Here, on these trunks, sunk in the water, ducks like to rest. There are many of them in our hydropark. They are low, heavily fly over the land, and then, like airplanes, land at high speed on the water, for a while glide over its smooth surface and as if instantly extinguish the speed. Only the waves raised by the ducks run to the shore. Just as with noise, ducks take off from the water. Visitors to the hydropark are not surprised by the picture of a duck with a brood floating peacefully in the middle of the river.

Once a few teenagers stopped by the shore as if to admire the ducks. Birds, accustomed to the attention of people, did not hurry to fly away. Then the brightest of the company picked up the mote and threw it into the ducks with all its force. They instantly withdrew. None of the birds were injured. The guys went on their way and soon saw again on the fallen tree of sitting ducks. Three guys took a stick. It seemed that they even began to confer, how to deal a clever blow to the ducks. But their soulless deed was not meant to come true. One of the boys separated from the company and went ahead without looking back. “Sergei, where are you going?” – Rushed after him. “What did the ducks do?” – Only he said in response. “But it’s true,” the smallest of the guys supported Seryozha. He followed his companion. At the hands holding the stick, excitement disappeared.


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Once in the hydropark