I remember...

I remember...
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
... I remember ...
Somewhere in the late 1960s ...
The winters were so cold ... On New Year's Eve
 At night
 For the spawning burbot
 To Ladoga ...
To Priozersk ...
The frosts had been there for a long time ...
And in the north of Ladoga, the ice
 Had just formed ...
It was even scary - absolutely
 Transparent ice ...
The depths were like in the ocean ...
And we had a rocky bank
The island is closed -
Stop - I'm shooting
Kamenets ...
The island is nearby ...
But you can't go out - they'll kill you !
It's minus ten at night, the wind is dark, and there are no stars ...
On a lure plus a flashlight ...
- Oh !
- There's something heavy !
The burbot is pot-bellied ...
On average, it's a kilogram ...
But two are like bears from their dens
For five ...
The wind is whistling ... the thin ice is cracking ...
The night is long, and the moon is bright ...
- I'm not going anywhere ever again !
My teeth are knocking against the neck of the bubble ...
... where are they ...
There are so many ...
- I promised my wife, my mother, and everyone at work ...
The liver of the burbot ... like the cod liver ...
I promised everyone ...
 - I'll bring it back ...
It's dawn, and the bus is full ...
 Backpack ...
- Thank you, Ladoga !
For not eating me !
- AAM ...