"I stood ashore Голтвы and waited from the that bank of ferry. In usual time Голтва presents from itself the small river of middle hand, taciturn and thoughtful, meekly fulgent from thick reeds, now to me a whole lake was spread. The walked about vernal water walked over both banks and far flooded both coasts, taking vegetable gardens, haymakings and bogs, so that on a water surface not rareness it was to meet lonely sticking out тополи and bushes look in darknesses like severe cliffs".