Kazakov Yu. P.
Early in the morning, when it was still dark in the hut, and the mother did not milk the cow, Yashka got up, found his old trousers and shirt, ate bread with milk, and took the fishing rods out of the hut. He accumulated worms and ran to the shed, where his friend Volodya slept in the hayloft.
– And not early? asked the other half-sleepily.
Yashka got angry: he got up an hour earlier, dug up worms, wanted to show this polite Muscovite the most fishy places. Yashka is the best angler in the whole collective farm, only show me where to catch them – they throw the apples. And this – for “please”, and he is not yet satisfied. Go fishing in shoes!
“You should have put on a tie!” Yashka sarcastically and laughed hoarsely. – At us the fish takes offense when to it without a tie it is put.
However, Yashka is not evil, he boasts. The best that is in his native village: the world’s
most delicious well water, catching thrushes with a net, a two-meter catfish, which he saw in the bivouac – he thought he was a crocodile… Yashka tells about Fedya-tractor driver, who worked at night with headlights, woke up – and again in the field.
Volodya suddenly begins to feel how nice it is to wake up early and leave the house, or even better – to run, screaming with delight.
Yashka led the Moscow guest to the barrel (whirlpool) and began to tell that this pool is sucked in by all – this is where the ice water is, does not let go. And at the bottom – octopuses.
“The octopus only… in the sea,” Volodya said uncertainly.
– And Mishka saw! … From the water, the probe, and on the shore here is fumbling… Although, probably, he is lying, I know him, – somewhat unexpectedly concluded Yashka.
They left the fishing rods. Yashka fell into a bewildered state of mind. They waited-they waited for the bite, they got tired-they stuck the fishing rods into the ground. Then again it barked. Yashka pulled out a healthy
bream. A Volodin rod with a clod of earth crawled into the water. The boy tried to save her, and he gasped into the pool. Yashka became angry with him, and suddenly he saw that his friend was drowning. He fought, choked and made terrible sounds: “Ua-ah-uaaaaaa…” The thought of the octopuses flashed through the head of a village boy. He rushed up to call for help, but there was no one.
When Yashka returned, only Volodin’s head was visible on the surface of the water. Yashka jumped into the water, grabbed Volodya, but he so desperately and strongly seized him, so wildly he clambered to his shoulders, which nearly drowned. Yasha tore off a drowning man, hit him in the stomach with his foot and rushed to the shore. Looked at the water – on its surface rose bubbles. Yashka thought he had drowned his companion, and ducked. He found Volodya entangled in the grass at the bottom. He pulled him to the shore, began to do artificial respiration, shake his head. Finally, water poured from the mouth of the drowned man and he came to himself.
Both boys burst into tears.
“How I’m sinking!”
“Yes,” Yashka said. “You’re going to… drown… and I’ll save you… save-ah-ah…”
“The sun was shining, the bushes, sprayed with dew, were burning, and only the water in the pool remained the same black…”