It took 4 days, after my adventure in raspberries, but the new did not take long to wait ...

The aunt, like all Siberians, was not only a hunter of mushrooms, berries and pine nuts, but also reputed to be an avid fisherwoman. He and his neighbor Grisha often went on a motorboat to the islets on the river, and even with an overnight stay (maybe not only the fish were caught ...) Well, for health! Moreover, Gregory was also a widower and often glanced at his aunt.

Irina persuaded me to go fishing with her for a long time.

- Only double! This time I do not take Grishka with me. His snoring sleep in the tent will not. You do not know what an ear on the fire, and even from freshly caught fish, but with your hands! Romance! Grigory take a motorbike, and everything else is there.

- Oh, aunt, you and persuade the dead! Okay, let's go, you are my fisherman, dear!

In the morning, even after dark (even the roosters did not shout), Irina woke me up and, while I was dressing, I had time to feed the chickens and geese and feed the dog. Two days Rex will guard the house, because she freed him from the chain. - Let him run around the yard - he is clever with me, he is no stranger to be alone for a couple of days, and even Gregory will look after that. Well, ready?

In the evening, the aunt and Gregory carried sleeping bags, a tent and fishing equipment with a kettle into the motor boat and covered the whole with a piece of tarpaulin. I took a bag with food and a thermos with tea in my hands and dutifully went to the boat after my aunt, constantly yawning. Grisha was already bustling around the boat. He inserted the oars into the locks and checked the motor.

When everything was checked, we got into the boat and Grigory pushed the boat away from the shore. Aunt jerked the handle of the engine, he growled and the boat rushed down the river, driven by skillful Irina. It was windy and pretty cool. I threw a rain coat and pulled a hood over my head.

We swam for about an hour and finally swam to a small island. The island was apparently from rocks. Basalt boulders stuck out of the water near the shore, but the aunt confidently sent the boat into a narrow passage between the stones and moored to the shore. The island was covered with a mixed forest, in the distance was a beautiful ridge.

Tying the boat chain with a rope to a large trunk of a fallen tree on the shore, we began to unload the boat, dragging things away from the water.

Only spinning rods and a plastic bucket remained in the boat.

I was always amazed at Irina’s agility. She, like a real man, set up a tent near the bushes, commanding me. I handed over the harvested pegs to her, and then I unwrapped the sleeping bags and rugs at the bottom of the tent, set up the lantern and laid out warm clothes. At night in Siberia is pretty cool even in summer, especially near the river.

While I was fussing in the tent, my aunt was already knocking with an ax - chopping boughs for a fire and hanging a bowler on a slingshot. Then we rolled two small round boulders that were supposed to serve as seats for us. A huge stump left over of cedar, we will be instead of the table. How great it was!

- Well, now you can have breakfast! - said Irina, pulling out of the bag sandwiches and a thermos with tea. - For dinner, we cook soup. Eat well, then let's go fishing. The fish here is not scared, just takes it on a lure, bites well. Pike catch and grayling, and even small things different. And if you're lucky, then catch the taimen. You never caught such a fish. This is not a fish, but a river crocodile! Such a predator is healthy, up to a meter in length and up to 50 kg in weight! And what a delicious!

I finished the sandwich and finished my tea and we went to the water. My aunt took out spinning rods, checked the lure and, throwing the raincoats over again, I got into the boat, and my aunt untied it and pushed it away from the shore, jumping into it with the ease of an athlete.

Having sailed a little from the coast, we threw the anchor and began to fish.

- Look how to throw - Irina taught me.

I gradually adapt myself and it became a good idea for me.Even the excitement awoke when suddenly caught a grayling and a couple of dace. The caught fish was put in a special net tied to the side of the boat. The fish in her was calmer, she would have jumped out of the bucket.

Soon the sun rose quite high and began to burn. We caught enough fish for fish soup. My aunt caught a few cheeks and a couple of grayling, and I had another grayling and several large crucians. We decided that in the morning fishing was enough - swam to the shore, pulling the net with fish out of the water.

Pulling up the boat and hastily tying it to a tree, the aunt quickly cleaned the fish and gutted it right by the water, washed and carried the catch to the fire.

I was squatting, kneading my legs stuck from sitting in the boat, and was about to go to the tent, when I suddenly heard some kind of gnash. Turning around, I saw ... Oh, horror! Our boat, swaying on the wave, apparently jerky, relaxed the knot of the rope with which it was tied to a tree. And now, in front of my eyes, the motorboat slowly sailed from the shore.

For a few seconds I was confused. The flow in Biya is very fast, the time counting went on for seconds and calling for an aunt was pointless. I did not hesitate to jump into the cold water and earned my arms and legs - I swam to the boat.

I barely had time to catch up with the boat and clutched at it with my hands, I hardly, but still pulled myself up and rolled over the side.

- What's next? - I asked myself mentally. Shouting aunt is useless - no longer hear. The boat was torn down over tens of meters and continued to be carried farther and farther from our “camp” site. It is necessary to start the engine and try to deploy the boat against the current. But it is easy to say ... I have never done this. But I had no choice ...

Grabbing the handle of the motor, I jerked it sharply and the engine growled measuredly. For joy, I clapped my hands (fool!), The boat lost control and jerked sharply in the side. I could not stand on my feet and flew overboard. When she emerged, she saw a retreating boat, which was drifting further and further along the stream.

- If only not to drown! - flashed the thought.

I pulled my boots off my feet and piled up with a load to the bottom, then I got rid of a raincoat. Immediately it became easier to float. I was already carried by the current after the boat. From wet clothes in cold water, her teeth soon began to poke Morse. Damn it, how cold! God forbid cramp!

That was not worth remembering the devil! The cramp painfully twisted the calf muscle, I lost the opportunity to work with my legs and began to sink.

- What a short life you have lived, Svetka! - flashed through my head and I plunged into darkness ...

When I hardly opened my eyelids, through the stuck wet strands of facial hair, I saw a young man and felt him slapping my cheeks and putting pressure on my bare chest with my palms. My back felt that I was lying on the sand.

- Take your hands off! - I croaked, spitting out the river water, which was swallowed.

- Well, thank God! Live! - cheered the man. “Where are you from, lovely river nymph?”

- Help to stand up! I whispered, trying to pull my shirt off my hand.

The stranger helped me up from the sand and, hugging the waist, led me to the tent. But, having made some steps, I began to settle on sand. The guy picked me up and carried me to the tent.

- Who you are? Did you save me? I was drowning? - I asked questions to a stranger while he was carrying me. - Thanks you!

- You're welcome! - answered the young man and put me on my feet near the entrance to the tent. Then he ordered: - Climb into the tent and take off all your wet clothes! There you will find a rug - wrap yourself in it, and throw out my clothes. I will rinse it and hang it dry.

I simply did not have the strength to object. I did just that: stripped naked and threw a pile of wet clothes out of the tent. The stranger picked her up and left. I wrapped myself in a fluffy blanket and lay down on a wide sleeping bag.

Soon my savior climbed into the tent.

- Water is cold! How long have you been in it?

- I do not know!

- Ok, then we'll figure it out, but for now, drink it! - he gave me a mug of hot tea, which smelled pleasantly of forest raspberries.

- I can not! The water in me no longer climbs!

- Drink, I said! You need to warm up! Now still rubbing with alcohol, but do not bring God, pneumonia grab!

- What? - I choked on tea.

- Yes, I will not eat you! Lie down on your stomach - and, having rummaged around in the corner of the tent, the guy took out a flask of alcohol.

I finished my tea and, thanking me, turned on my stomach.

“What is your name, river nymph?”

- Svetlana! - I answered quietly

- And my name is Eugene! You can just Jack, So met.

He pulled off my rug and began rubbing my body and legs with alcohol ... While asking questions, he massaged my legs and feet, back and shoulders. I briefly told about myself, about my adventures and how it happened that I was in the water.

- You are lucky twice, Svetik! - laughing said Zhenya. - The first time that I didn’t run into a bear with bear cubs, and the second time that I noticed you in the river, otherwise it would be cranes! So, now turn to your back - I’m rubbing my chest and stomach.

- What more? Do not!

- Come on! What am I, a woman that I have not seen naked? Although ... such a beauty and the truth did not see! With such a waist, round appetizing ass and slim, like a ballerina's legs ...

It was not clear, he jokes or speaks the truth. Eugene led his hands under me and turned to face him. I appeared before Eugene in all its glory, as they say ...

For a few seconds, he examined my body, then swallowing convulsively, began to rub my chest and shoulders. His eyes glittered in the gloom of the tent.

- What a chest! - could not keep silent Eugene. God help me! - raising almost piously, but clearly in jest, eyes to the sky, he laughed softly in his melodious voice.

The tension went somewhere and I stopped being shy. At the touch of his hands, my wife felt warm and anxious at the same time in my heart. Breathing became intermittent and frequent. I realized that I was excited.

- Only this was not enough! - I thought, and tried to cover the lower abdomen with a rug.

But the guy himself was wrapping me in a blanket like a newborn.

- Now try to sleep! - Said Zhenya and climbed out of the tent.

I fell into a dream and, of course, I no longer heard how Eugene contacted the geologists by radio and told them about me, at the same time asking to transfer to our village that I was alive.

I woke up to the night. His wife was not in the tent. Wrapped in a blanket, I climbed out of the tent and saw a young geologist.

He sat by the fire and wrote something in a notebook, highlighting his flashlight.

Hearing my steps, he said: - Hi! Sleep well? You look gorgeous!

My hair was loose and the waves fell to my belt.

“Now you are not a river nymph, but a forest Mavka!” Read about this? If itch - in the bushes, warm water in a bucket, and I went to the tent.

I ran out of needles into the bushes, washed with warm water and water on my feet to wash them off the ground, climbed back into the tent - night fell.

Zhenya was lying on his back and smiling.

- Oil painting! Forest Mavka in a modest dwelling of a young geologist ...