“In 1811, in July, a small carbass went out to sea from the mouth of the Northern Dvina. I must tell you that in 1811, in the month of July, just like in the present year 1834, to which we lived by the grace of God and according to the assurance of the Academy calendar, the old Northern Dvina poured a huge column of its waters directly into the Northern Ocean, arguing twice on a day with a high tide, which most unscrupulously invaded its cherished pools and turned its sweet, noble streams into a common brine, suitable only for cod...”