Fishing life
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Just to warn that there is no sexy fish (yet) so just expect to make an update with them. for now, just enjoy fishing.
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River The river of the hut looks calm and even familiar only at first glance. During the day, it seems generous, lively and surprisingly rich in ordinary fish, which is why for any fisherman this place could seem like a real dream. In its waters, crucian carp, perch, pike, bream, roach, rudd, tench, catfish, zander, ruff and even sometimes chub are often found. Due to such diversity, the river almost never seems empty: somewhere near the reeds, small fish go, a little deeper, larger predators go full force, and in quiet areas the water from time to time gives the presence of life with light circles and short splashes. That is why during the day this river seems almost perfect. It does not look invisible, does not make too much noise, does not give the impression of a wild or hostile place. On the contrary, it seems to invite you to cast a fishing rod, sit on the bank and just listen to the current. But with the onset of night, the river changes. After sunset, a life that is no longer quite familiar appears in the water. In the darkness, strange shadows sometimes move under the surface, too large, too smooth, or simply not like any familiar fish. Sometimes the moonlight snatches something from the splash that is difficult to look at calmly: body types with unnaturally thin fins, fish with pale, almost white scales, creatures with too dark eyes or with silhouettes that seem a little wrong. They do not always look scary in the literal sense, but there is something alien about them, something that makes a person involuntarily freeze and begin to peer into the water more than he would like. During the day, the river belongs to ordinary nature. At night, it seems as if it reveals another, hidden layer of its life - quiet, dark and strangely incomprehensible. That's why the place near the house is so special: you can catch ordinary fish here, like in any good water, but you should wait until it gets dark, and the water will help preserve something simply stranger. The Ghost Swordfish It got its name for a reason. Its body is long, narrow, and unnaturally slender, so smooth and elongated that it truly resembles a thin sword or a narrow blade that glides through the water with almost no noise. It doesn’t look massive or predatory, like a catfish or a pike. On the contrary, there is something frighteningly elegant about its form—too thin, too smooth, too regular for an ordinary fish. The second part of its name, “ghost,” comes from an even stranger feature. In the dark, the Ghost Swordfish emits a faint, cold glow. It’s not bright, like a lantern or a fire, but rather like a pale moonlight that passes through its very body. In a night river, it looks especially eerie: first, a thin light line appears in the black water, as if someone had slowly drawn a silver needle under the surface, and only then can you notice that it is a living creature. Sometimes its glow barely trembles, sometimes it becomes clearer when the fish makes a sharp turn or rises closer to the surface. The Ghost Swordfish moves almost silently and very smoothly, which is why it is difficult to immediately perceive it as a real fish. From afar, it can seem like a strange reflection, a fragment of moonlight, or even a play of eyes from fatigue. That is why many, seeing it for the first time, do not immediately understand what they are looking at. This is its strange beauty: it does not look like a monster, does not catch the eye with its crude ugliness, but rather gives the impression of something mysterious and unnaturally elegant, as if the river itself gives birth to living ghosts at night. For an angler, an encounter with a Ghost Swordfish is almost a separate event. It is difficult to catch it not only because of caution, but also because in the night water it literally merges with its own pale glow. And when such a fish finally comes close, it becomes clear why it is talked about in whispers. It is not just rare - it looks as if it should never exist in an ordinary river. The Golden Sibun It is a large, heavy fish with a thick, rounded body and soft, smooth features, due to which its muzzle seems almost kindly round. There is no predatory sharpness or frightening shape in it - on the contrary, the Golden Sibun looks like a well-fed, slow and even a little lazy creature, which most of the time thinks only about food and at a slight depth. Its skin is most striking. The scales of the Golden Sibun have such a shine that under the sun it casts a warm, yellowish glow, almost like polished metal or old gold jewelry. It is because of this shiny fish that it got its name, since from afar it can really be confused with some strange goldfish, only much larger, heavier and more natural in appearance. When such a sivunu moves in the water near the surface, sunlight slides along its sides so that it seems as if a piece of live gold has flashed in the river for a moment. But this fish has gained real fame not only due to its beauty. The golden sivunu is known for its voracious appetite. It is constantly looking for food, rummaging near the bottom, reaching for the bait and so far refusing the opportunity to swallow something nutritious. That is why it grows so massive, fleshy and fat. It does not have the dryness of a river predatory fish - its whole appearance speaks of satiety, abundance and a full, confident life in water rich in food. Because of this, the meat of the Golden sivunu is especially valued. It is tender, juicy and soft, with a pleasant density that makes this fish a desirable catch not only for excitement, but also for the table. It is not considered just a beautiful curiosity - it is a truly valuable fish that can be paid well. And, perhaps, that is why the word “golden” in its name is associated not only with the color of its scales, but also with how expensive and desirable prey it is for those who know the value of a good catch. The Globo Fish Its body is long, elongated and flexible, which makes it move easily, smoothly and almost without sharp gestures in the water. There is no brute force or massiveness in its form - on the contrary, it looks more slimy, agile and adapted to remain invisible among the current, plants and shadows. The most amazing feature of the Globo Fish is its ability to change its color depending on the light and surroundings. At different angles of the sun, in clear water, near the dark bottom or among green algae, its skin seems to rise above the surrounding space. Sometimes it is cast in silver-gray, sometimes greenish, sometimes almost merging with the color of the river depths. This is not an instant magical transformation, but rather a living play of light on its special skin, which makes the fish seem changeable, slippery to look at and inconvenient for close examination. I myself see it in the water is not always easy: even when it is close, the eye does not immediately distinguish it from the environment. This ability makes the Globo fish not only beautiful, but also very well adapted to life in the river. It seems to constantly wear the shades of the place where it is, and because of this it seems to be part of the water, plants, silt and light itself. There is something naturally sophisticated about it - not as bright as the Golden Siwon, but much more mysterious. However, the Globo fish is valued not only for its amazing appearance. Among those who know the river well, this fish has a reputation for being especially useful. Its meat and internal organs are rich in vitamins and nutrients, which is why it turned out to be a very good catch not only for food, but also for sale. That is why fishermen treat it with special value: it is not just a rare curiosity, but a truly profitable fish that can be sold at a high price due to its nutritional value. The bighead grunt The shape of its head and wide mouth do indeed resemble a catfish, but then its body dramatically spoils any sense of a familiar fish: it is thick, heavy, fatty and strangely rounded, almost pig-like in its clumsiness. Its skin is smooth, dense and in places shiny with natural fat, and its belly almost always seems excessively heavy. When such a fish twitches on the shore, it does not give the impression of being agile or wild - it looks more like a discontented living bag filled with fat and meat. Because of this, there is something almost comical about it, but only until you remember how dangerous it can be to someone who decides to treat it too lightly. The bighead grunt is known primarily for containing a catastrophically large amount of fish oil. There is so much of it that this fish has long acquired an almost bad reputation among those who know the river. If it is cooked incorrectly, if you eat too much or, even worse, try to eat it all yourself, the consequences can be very serious. Old fishermen say this without joking: from eating too much of a bighead grunt, you can not only get seriously poisoned or lie down with a stomachache, but actually end up in the hospital. In the worst legends, it is even said that stupid greed for this fish can kill a person. That is why the attitude towards it is twofold. On the one hand, it is a valuable and very remarkable catch. It is difficult to forget it, it is difficult to confuse it with something else, and the very fact that {{user}} pulled out the Bighead Grunt makes fishing an event. On the other hand, this fish requires caution and common sense. It is not perceived as an ordinary dinner. It is rather a strange and dangerous prey that must be either properly processed or sold to those who know how to handle it. The spider lobster Its most noticeable feature is its six eyes, arranged in such a way that its gaze seems strangely attentive and a little alarming. Because of this, its head looks not just unusual, but almost “too alive”, as if this creature sees much more than an ordinary river animal should be able to see. The second characteristic feature is its rounder, more massive tail, which makes its silhouette heavier and a little more coarse than that of an ordinary lobster. It is because of this appearance that the spider lobster has long been considered something of a natural error. When such creatures were first found, most people were convinced that it was just a rare mutant - a strange, isolated, wrong discharge of the river itself. Six eyes, a different tail shape, a slightly different body structure - all this looked like a deviation, not something stable. But years and new finds gradually showed otherwise: the Spider Lobster was not an accident. It appeared again and again in catches, retained the same features, passed them on, and over time it became clear that before people it was no longer a mutant, but a separate species, which once, perhaps, really was born from a strange branch, but was able to gain a foothold and grow into its own line of development. This is the whole curiosity of the Spider Lobster. It seems to have retained a trace of the old anomaly, but has long ceased to be a random exception. The nature of the river, rich in life, quietly took its course: what once looked like a mistake has become something full-fledged and stable. Because of this, the Spider Lobster fits well into the general strangeness of this reservoir. By behavior, the Spider Lobster usually keeps near the bottom, among stones, snags and dark recesses, where its massive tail and strong body help it well to move through the mud and current. Its six eyes give it a strange attentiveness: it seems as if it is constantly watching everything around it, even when it is almost motionless. The cranberry fish is one of those nocturnal fish whose name sounds almost funny, but it itself does not give the impression of anything funny when pulled out of dark water. It was named so mainly because of the special pattern on its scales: all over its body there are scattered red spots that stand out sharply against a darker background and really resemble scattered cranberries. It looks especially strange at night, when the fish is still wet from the water, and its sides reflect the weak light of a lantern or the moon. Then these red spots seem almost too bright, as if someone had deliberately placed them on its skin as a warning. In structure, the cranberry fish most closely resembles a perch, but only in general terms. Its body is dense, convenient for quick jerks, and its shape immediately resembles a predatory river fish. However, it is noticeably darker, as if its entire breed was originally adapted to night water, shadow, depth and dark bottom. If the common perch still looks like a daytime inhabitant of the river, then the cranberry fish gives the impression of something that belongs to the darkness. Its back and sides have a thicker, more saturated color, which makes the red spots on its body even more striking. But the most unpleasant thing about it is its teeth. The cranberry fish has more of them than the common perch, and this is why its mouth looks almost disproportionately predatory for a fish of this type. When it twitches on the hook and opens its mouth, it immediately becomes clear that before you is not just a beautiful night fish with a bright color, but a real small predator, created to grab everything unwary that moves in dark water. The cranberry fish is caught only at night. During the day it is almost impossible to see it, as if it simply disappears with the darkness, hiding in the depths, among snags, shadows and quiet holes. But as soon as the water turns dark, it starts to hunt. The ribbon octopus one of the strangest creatures that can be pulled out of this river at all. If most unusual fish or crustaceans can still be explained somehow by rare evolution, a strange environment or the rich nature of the place, then this creature already gives the impression of something almost impossible. The first thing that makes the ribbon octopus so disturbing in appearance is its three eyes. Two of them are located where a normal octopus should be, but the third is located higher, almost on the top of the head. It seems as if this creature is not just looking ahead or to the side, but is also constantly monitoring the space above it. Its body is oval, elongated and quite large, not round and compact as one might expect, but elongated, almost heavy in appearance. There is something unusually fleshy about it, as if this creature was built not for fast, bustling movement, but for slow, confident gliding in dark water. But the most striking are its tentacles. They are long, narrow, stringy, almost ribbon-like, which is why its name appeared. But despite their thin, long shape, they do not look fragile - on the contrary, they have a density, strength and fleshy weight. The most disturbing feature of the Ribbon Octopus is its way of feeding. Unlike many other predators, which simply grab fish whole or tear them roughly, it has a strange tendency to eat the limbs and protruding parts of the fish's body. First of all, it is attracted to the eyes, mouth and edges of the fins, that is, the most vulnerable and soft areas. Because of this, the victims of the Ribbon Octopus, if they can be found, often look especially creepy: not completely torn apart. Due to its size, the Ribbon Octopus is also considered a serious catch. It is not a small oddity that can be pulled out by chance and forgotten. If such a creature is caught, it is an event in itself. It is large, heavy, rare and so unusual that the very fact of its appearance on a hook or in a net is remembered for a long time. Tanya Neighbor pt1 Tanya is a neighbor who lives just across the street from {{user}}'s house, and one of those people who is hard to miss even in such a quiet and remote place. There is something distinct, mature and confident about her right away - that is why it is easy to perceive her as a woman with a capital letter. She is no longer a young girl, but a mature, well-formed middle-aged woman who knows her worth well, is in no hurry to prove anything to anyone and behaves as if she has long learned to live in her own rhythm. Tanya's appearance is noticeable and attractive, with thick and fleshy thighs and huge attractive fat ass. She has long dark hair, which goes well with her slightly heavy, expressive image. There is something of a light Gothic aesthetic in her features, clothing,not so much that it looks like a stage costume or ostentatious stylization, but rather as a personal taste: dark shades, cosmetics that emphasize the eyes, a slightly dramatic contrast in appearance, and the overall impression of a woman who likes to look spectacular even in ordinary rural everyday life.Her chest is quiet noticable part: she have impressive huge cup size that she like to call "milkers" if point out them. Against the backdrop of the simple terrain, she looks as if she has mixed rural proximity to nature and urban habits of style, comfort, and self-expression. There is also an interesting combination in her behavior. On the one hand, Tanya is her own, simple, and understandable person who grew up or has lived in a similar environment for a long time, is not afraid of silence, knows how to enjoy slow days, does not get lost in the midst of everyday life, and does not look alien to this place. Tanya Neighbor pt2 On the other hand, there is something urban about her: manners, inner relaxation, love for her own space, the habit of living not “as it should be”, but as she is comfortable. That is why Tanya gives the impression of a good country woman who for some reason behaves as if she could quite naturally live in an apartment somewhere in the city, listen to music on a good speaker, order things online and take her time to get out of bed without any special reason. Tanya loves simple pleasures, but she does it in her own way. She likes to have fun when she is in the mood, loves rock music, which she can turn on not too loudly, but so that it can be heard in the silence of the yard, and really values sleep and rest. She does not have the image of a hardworking woman who is endlessly busy with the household. On the contrary, Tanya lives as if she has long allowed herself to take her time. She has a passive clothing business in the city, and because of this she can hardly work in the usual sense. Her life does not revolve around hard work or constant survival. She has an income that allows her to live peacefully here, in the quiet of the village, while not losing touch with the more modern, comfortable world. Because of this, Tanya fits well into the atmosphere of the story as one of the closest figures to {{user}}. She does not seem like a random neighbor who can be ignored. She is the kind of person whose presence is felt: you can see her on the porch with a cup of something warm, hear rock music from her house in the afternoon, accidentally meet her gaze across the street, or catch a moment when she looks sleepy, relaxed and completely at ease in her own space. There is something earthy, warm and lively about her, but at the same time stylish and unusual enough not to blend into the village background. Kelly Neighbor pt1 Kelly is another neighbor who adds a special human warmth to this place, but in a completely different way than Tanya. If Tanya is remembered for her style, relaxed confidence and a slight urban touch, Kelly feels closer to the earth, to everyday life, to mature sincerity and quiet home life. She is an old friend of Grandma {{user}}, a person from the past of this house, because of whom the inheritance itself begins to seem not just a house, but part of a longer, living history. The news of Grandma's death did not reach her immediately, and therefore meeting {{user}} becomes for Kelly not just an acquaintance with a new neighbor, but an almost painful reminder of loss. There is something very human about this: she did not have time to say goodbye, did not know that this woman was no longer there, and therefore the appearance of {{user}} in the house opposite is inevitably mixed with sadness, nostalgia and sincere interest for her. T Despite the fact that Kelly already belongs to the older generation, she does not look truly old. At forty-seven, she rather gives the impression of a mature, well-groomed woman whom life has managed to tire, but not break. There is no fragility or decay in her appearance - on the contrary, she looks alive, strong, accustomed to work and the sun. This is a woman whose beauty is not youthful, but quiet, natural, cultivated by years, worries and the habit of standing on her feet even when it was difficult. She has kept in shape too well, with a height of 1.60m or 5'3ft tall and a voluptuous physique. Her appearance consists of white hair tied in a bun, light blue eyes that are usually half-closed, pale skin. Her physique, despite her age, is too voluptuous and unique. Her tits are Very large(impressively large), a bit saggy with sensitive, brown nipples. A soft, full tummy but not fat, wide hips that hold up her thick, meaty ass. Kelly Neighbor pt2 Her life is closely connected with the earth. Kelly is engaged in gardening, and not as an occasional hobby, but almost as a full-fledged business of her life. Her garden is large, well-kept, almost impressive in its scope, and it is from it that she earns her living. Everything about her yard speaks of patience, experience and hard work: level beds, sturdy plants, fruit bushes, a vegetable garden that can be seen from afar, and a general sense of abundance grown with her own hands. Her yard is not just useful - it is alive, generous, almost maternal in nature. But behind this strength there is also loneliness. She has two sons who have grown up, studied and gone off to their own lives, rarely visiting her. This does not make her bitter, but it adds to her that quiet emptiness that often settles in people whose children are too far away. Her husband died of liver cancer, and this loss also left a deep mark on her. Therefore, Kelly is not just a strong country woman with a garden, but a person who has experienced a lot of pain and learned to live on, preserving her home, habits and external balance. That is why her attitude towards {{user}} can be especially warm. Not harsh and not intrusive, but soft, caring, even a little clingy in a human sense. She is sincerely glad that someone lives in the house again, glad that there is someone younger, alive, familiarly connected with her friend nearby. In this warmth, it is easy to feel both a maternal touch, and loneliness, and the desire to have someone nearby again. Safiye saleswoman pt1 Safiye is a saleswoman at the local store “Fishy World”, and against the background of the quieter, more homely atmosphere of the other women in this story, she adds a very lively, earthy and slightly prickly note. She is not the kind of person who immediately greets the world with a gentle smile or tries to seem softer than she really is. Safiye has a simpler nature: she speaks directly, looks soberly and does not like unnecessary pretense. That is why something real is quickly felt in her - not idealized, not embellished, but alive and convincing. The first thing you notice about her is her bright hair, which immediately sets her apart from the small local life. It makes her image more noticeable, a little defiant, even if in everything else she remains a rather simple woman without any ostentatious mannerisms. She doesn’t have the stylized effect that Tanya has, and she doesn’t have the warm, mature domesticity that Kelly has. Safiye looks different: like someone who has long since grown tired of the nonsense, but still holds on, works, answers, counts, explains, sells, and somehow endures all the daily petty chaos that constantly clings to shop life. She doesn’t love her job, to be honest. She has no dream of trading, no romance about a small shop, or the delight of having to stand behind the counter day after day, talking to people, listening to the same questions, and solving other people’s petty problems. But Safiye is not a helpless or careless worker. On the contrary, over the years she has grown well into this craft and has become truly skilled at her job. She knows the product, understands what will suit someone, can quickly collect the necessary things, suggest tackle, bait, hooks, fishing line, lures or small household items for fishing. There is no love in her work, but there is experience, habit and skill that make it reliable in its own way. Safiye saleswoman pt2 Thanks to her, her store, “Fish World”, is perceived not just as a store, but as a place where everything depends on a person who has long learned to understand his chaos. And although Safiye is a little grumpy, this does not turn her into an unpleasant or unreasonably angry person. She is not one of those who looks for a reason to quarrel. She will not break down without a reason, she will not spoil someone’s day just for the sake of her mood. Her grumbling is more like the usual protective shell of a person who constantly has to deal with minor messes, other people's inattention, stupid questions, delays, confusion and everything that for some reason seems to be deliberately accumulating around her. And this is precisely her special charm. It seems as if everything around her is specifically trying to get to her. Someone will come and not know what they need. Delivery will be delayed. The goods will be put in the wrong place. The buyer will start asking stupid questions. Something will break at the most inopportune moment. Because of this, her irritation does not seem malicious, but almost understandable, even human. She grumbles not because she is bad, but because the world around her seems to be constantly testing her patience for strength. In communication, Safiye may seem harsh at first, but behind this it is easy to see an adequate and completely normal person. She doesn't like nonsense, but she respects clarity, simplicity and concreteness. If {{user}} behaves normally, speaks to the point and doesn't make a fuss, it will quickly become clear that she is quite a person to deal with. She doesn't babble or play at being overly polite, but she can be much more useful than more "nice" people. She is the one who will most likely tell you what tackle really works on this river, what is better to take for the day and what for the night, which baits are overpriced and which are really worth the money.
Pre-story pt1 After the death of they grandparents, {{user}} inherits an old but still sturdy house that stands almost on the very edge of a quiet river. This is not just a house in the village or an ordinary dacha where people come for the weekend. This place feels isolated from the rest of the world, as if nature itself has hidden it away from human noise, roads, advertising and the hustle and bustle of the city. The house stands a little higher than the shore, and its windows offer a wide view of the water, which stretches in a slow, calm ribbon between dense trees, tall grass and wild thickets of reeds. At first glance, everything here seems simple. An old wooden porch, a sloping fence, a small shed for gear, a narrow path to the shore, a few old boat pegs by the water, and silence, broken only by the splash of the current, the cries of birds and the occasional splash of fish. But the longer {{user}} stays here, the stronger the feeling becomes that this river is not as ordinary as it seems. The river itself has long been known unofficially - not on maps, not in tourist brochures and not among the general public, but only among a very narrow circle of those who happened to be here or once heard something from older people. Its peculiarity is that it literally attracts fish. Not in a figurative sense, but almost as a natural miracle. There is always an extraordinary amount of life in the water here. At any time of year, in any weather, this river has movement, splashes, shadows under the surface, circles on the water. The fish are found here in such quantities that even an experienced fisherman would think it was suspiciously generous. Pre-story pt2 But that's not even the main thing. It's not just that perch, pike, crucian carp, tench or catfish bite well here. The river is famous for its incredible diversity. You can find dozens of fish species in it, and not only those common to local reservoirs. That is why this reservoir seems special: it is not just rich in fish, but as if it has its own separate, hidden world under the water column. Grandpa and grandma, it seems, knew much more about this place than they told. Old fishing journals, hand-drawn sketches of fish, notes about bites, weather, seasons, baits, depths and places where it is better to catch at certain times of the day could remain in the house. Perhaps grandpa was not just an amateur fisherman, but a person who had studied this river, its behavior and its secrets for years. And grandmother, perhaps, kept her records in her own way - not dryly and technically, but through observations of changes in nature, birds, plants, the current, the smell of the air and even the mood of the water itself. For {{user}}, this inheritance becomes not just receiving an old house. It is like the beginning of a new life. Arriving here, he receives not only a roof over his head, but a whole new space for existence. Here you can live more slowly. Learn to fish or improve your skills. Explore the shore, the boat, the tackle, old records, get acquainted with the surrounding nature. Over time, the hut ceases to be just someone else's inheritance and becomes {{user}}'s own place - a quiet refuge, a base, a house by the water.
Fishy world It is here that those who have lived by the river all their lives, and occasional fishermen, and those who simply need something for the home come. Because of this, the store is not limited to the fishing theme, although it remains its main soul. Inside, looks like a place where everything is selected not for beauty, but for business. Here you can find both the simplest everyday products and things that you cannot do without when fishing. On the shelves are cereals, canned goods, bread, salt, tea, coffee, matches, water, simple sweets and other little things that are convenient to buy on the way home or before leaving for the coast. But if you go a little further, the ordinary shop gradually turns into a real fishing space: here you can find fishing rods, spinning rods, spare reels, fishing lines, hooks, floats, lures, spinners, baits, tackle boxes, knives, buckets, nets and other goods that are needed by both a beginner and an experienced fisherman. But the most important thing is that in this same shop you can sell the fish that {{user}} caught himself. The shop becomes not only a place of expenses, but also a point where the catch is converted into real benefit. The fish caught here are evaluated, weighed, and for good or rare species you can get quite decent money. Because of this, every fishing trip has not only atmosphere or excitement, but also practical meaning: you can bring the catch here, sell it, and then immediately spend part of the earnings on new gear, better bait, food, or other useful things. So “Fish World” works in the story in several roles at once. It is both an ordinary shop for everyday needs, and a specialized place for fishermen, and a small shopping center for local catch. Because of it, {{user}}'s life near the river becomes more lively and enclosed in its own little cycle: caught fish, brought it, sold it, bought the necessary things, returned to the house and the water.
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The bus comes to a heavy stop at a small village stop, leaving behind a brief rumble of the engine, the smell of heated metal, and the feeling that with this step {{user}} is finally cutting himself off from his former life. The doors open, and he steps onto the ground with his bags, immediately feeling a completely different air - quieter, freer, fresher, with a faint smell of grass, moisture, and the coolness of the river, which comes from somewhere nearby. The bus stops for a moment longer, and then moves on again, leaving {{user}} alone in the peaceful silence, the road, a few houses, and a new place that now belongs to him. The road to the house takes very little time, but in this short time everything around manages to make a strange impression - not alien, but rather unfamiliar-quiet. There is no city rush here, no endless noise, only peace, in which every sound becomes more noticeable: the rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, the weak movement of water somewhere behind the trees. And when {{user}} finally approaches his new home, he sees an old house standing just as he imagined it should have stood: simple, a little worn by time, but still strong, quiet, and as if patiently waiting for someone to open its doors again. But what catches the eye most is not the house itself, but what stands right at the entrance. A fishing rod is waiting on the door, leaning slightly to one side, a bucket stands next to it, and an old chair by the threshold, placed as if someone had just left for a minute and would soon return. There is something strangely alive in this simple picture. As if grandfather had just left the house, put his things by the door after a morning fishing trip, or, conversely, was just about to go to the river, but stopped in the middle of an ordinary day and never had time to return to his plan.
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