On a sharp turn, I looked again in the direction of the current
Here's a pine tree. Her trunk is behind me, but it still masks me. A little time passed, no more than five to seven minutes, the capercaillies, having calmed down, returned to the current. After letting them play out, I tried to approach them by crawling. I chose a capercaillie singing on the outskirts. An old, big cock nervously stepped on the bitch, looking in my direction, and sang louder and louder. The song flowed without a break, suddenly, quite unexpectedly, the capercaillie took off from the tree and, flying to his relatives, immediately began to flow. It all happened so fast that it seemed to me that he didn't stop singing. Once again I tried to approach one of the roosters, moving from tree to tree, but was noticed by other grouse. At the same moment, almost simultaneously, all the birds took off from the current and flew away, disappearing from sight.
The evening of this day has already caught me at a distance of "half a day you will walk well" from the ancient game. I had to hurry. The fast beauty of Taimur was threateningly covered with dark spots and sagebrush. The skis slid with a soft rustle. The taiga hunting saddle-ponyaga sat tightly on the back, and in the rhythm of a wide step, the camp property and valuable prey — "horoki lupchurin" swayed on it. In a light clipboard slung over his shoulder was a field diary with notes, sketches and measurements of black grouse.
The rays of the sun glided farewell along the tops of the trees. The snow has turned pink on the distant hills, and the lowlands have thrown a purple smoky veil.
On a sharp turn, skiing down to Taimura, I once again looked in the direction of the current, where the black capercaillie sang their ancient, guttural song.
Long shadows spread out on the snow. A grouse whistled sharply and iridescent.
In an open field in the open
Nothing, it seems, was unusual in the fact that a passenger steamer sailed along the Volga once a very, very long time ago and that a seventeen-year-old boy-a schoolboy who could not get enough of the flowered autumn forests and the lilac river expanse rode on this steamer.
But to a young man, that is, to put it simply to me. everything seemed extraordinary: after all, I was going home for two holidays — Pokrov fell on Saturday — and this trip brought back, at least temporarily, my father's home and freedom, hunting and nature — everything that was red in my life at that time.
And when, already at dusk, my hometown appeared, a sweet pain squeezed my throat, and a high and bright joy crowded my heart.
A deserted street, a road among two mountains overgrown with century—old birches — and here is a house different from all the others, orange lights in the windows, and opposite the house, on Mount n, along the entire street going into the field - hundreds of unharnessed horses, wild blazing bonfires, vague talk: Pokrov was the day of a fun horse fair.
When I was returned to freedom, I even felt its charm in my sleep — I didn't have to go to school tomorrow — and, waking up with the musical bell ringing for early mass, I immediately went to the window and, as it were, was transported to ancient times: mismatched horses, their neighing, carts, carts, men in sheepskin coats and grey Armenians are the true Rus of Tatar raids...
An intoxicating coolness was blowing in the courtyard, thinly lined with crystalline frost, fragrant and exotic, as it were, smelled from the freshened garden, and two dogs, a red—haired sharp-eared Eagle and a hound vyzhlovka Budishka, a chestnut beauty with fiery eyes, rushed to meet them exuberantly, in furious joy.
And the stoves were heated in the house, and it was filled with warmth and sun, and everything was in its usual places — two rosewood bookcases and favorite figurines on the table — a fishing girl and a hunter boy with a mower at his belt, a gun in a leather case and a bag with a woven-patterned net...
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