I met him in the train going to the Ob sea. He was around sixty, the growth of small, round face and ruddy, the eyes cunning, dressed in a sheepskin coat on top of it stretched a faded canvas raincoat, legs clumsy, crudely lined boots. It is widely collapsed on the seat, his feet on a plywood suitcase with runners. All by his looks he seemed to say: look, what I am seasoned fisherman!
— Where do you go? — I asked.
He quickly and willingly responded:
As to where the fish herself out of the hole jumps.
— That look — big drawer under the fish cooked, I poked the toe of his boots in his suitcase on the skids.
— And how! — again, willing to speak my neighbour.— Always full Packed. That in vain on the ice to get out?
— I often come home empty— I said.
— Well, no, I’m not. The fish should be able to catch.
I agreed with him and stopped. Leaning against the backpack, took a NAP. Woke my neighbor. He shook me by the shoulder and said:
Get up, drive to the Shore! I get off here, come with me, I’ll show you how to fish.
We went from a warm car on a snow-covered bus stop area near the Ob sea.
Timothy was the name of a companion — began to teach me:
— In the fishing business the first thing you have to be a diplomat. Here you, for example, found a fishing spot and started to catch a good one. And all around, near, who is far away, sitting other fishermen and they have no bite. As soon as you see that you have a fish is caught, all, one by one, will move here, will start next to the ice muttered Timothy.
— Well, again, if you run to any fisherman to find out how caught, you weep for him, too. Like this: “What, and you have not caught? Me too. Four Hershiser for two hours and was hooked. No perch or bream and the pike perch and to not speak. No luck!”. Well, the listen-listen to the preaching and leave — others will tell you, and no you will not turn up, and you fish in the snow, in the snow.— Timothy winked at me. That’s all diplomacy. We came to a snow-covered spit of sand, far deep in the sea from the high, steep Bank, which was swaying in the wind the mighty pine. On the ice, here and there, small groups were sitting fishermen and conjured over the holes.
It is in the snow, not in a bag or box. In the bag never put a catch: there are stubborn people — certainly it will look. And about the hole ruffs distribute, in any place peck, like here, apart from them, nothing. So that’s something! Timothy took a deep breath and continued to fish. Twenty minutes later I caught the first bass. Then pulled bass Timothy, then another one and suddenly something stirred uneasily in place, began to grumble softly.
— What happened? — I asked, glancing at his neighbor.
And, what kind of fishing, angrily spoke Timothy.—
We attacked on a fish, but for how long? Look, look, ‘ he jerked his head towards the nearest group of fishermen.— Already I look. Now begin to move here and have a good fishing!
— Well, I have to start? — I tried to calm him down.— Maybe they, too, caught.
— Can they be caught,— has confidently declared Timothy and hurriedly jumped off the suitcase.— No, this is unacceptable! I’m on a diplomatic line will hit: all the run around, explain that we’re not caught, then it is safe to fish, and he ran, sinking in the snow.
I watched as he walked up to one and then to another angler and said something, desperately waving his arms. Then, it is seen for full insurance, he ran to another group. There he is again next to each waved their hands and ran to third. He returned almost an hour later. I caught about two dozen perch, but before the biting stopped — obviously, the pack moved to another location.
— Well, now it’s nose finds itself, a self— styled said Timothy, sitting down on a suitcase.— I explained to them that there is nothing to do, no fish.
— So in fact no,— I said.— The fish moved away. And we need to leave.
— Can not be! Turns out, I tried in vain?! We will be here to catch!
Timothy stubbornly sat over the hole about three hours, but didn’t get any more bass. He was nervous, something angry muttered, but somehow just calmed down and even, as it seemed to me fun said:
— Ran a fish! But nobody came here! Whatever you say, and diplomacy — Bo-o-larger force! — And began to bale out, going home.