Midsummer. Holidays. Vanka Malkin suggested we go fishing tomorrow. Everyone agreed. Why not take a ride down to the river and enjoy the day! Without the hustle and bustle of the street, forgetting about watches and cell phones. Sitting in the city was boring, the heat was exhausting. It was depressing to kick around on the hot asphalt, shoot your eyes at the girls, sluggishly watch how the public hid in the stuffy shadows of the city, hiding from the rays of the sun. It’s hot as hell, just to sit up to your ears in water. Relax on the shore, soften with pleasure, and then catch a fish on a hook and boil the fish on the fire, sip with gusto, so that your ears will crackle. Everyone's mouth began to water, and their brains began to boil with the anticipation of a good holiday in nature.