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– What, Fomich, are the blue ones again sticking?
Tip stood up to his full height and Valyok hesitated a little. There was no fight. Imperceptibly during the conversation, an electric train approached. Having picked up bags and backpacks, everyone hurried to the cars, and the intelligent type did not lag behind:
– Take me with you?
– No.
– It’s a pity!
– Selyavi!
Half an hour later, unloading from the carriage, everyone set out on a journey. The hardest of the luggage was the button accordion, which was dragged in turns.
Arriving at the place, taking off their backpacks and having a rest, they did not notice how the evening approached.
– Well, fishing?
– Do you have any fishing rods?
A relative gave each a fishing rod, and after digging up worms and wandering in search of a pond for some time, they all sat down on the shore. No fish was caught. A huge yellow moon appeared in the sky. On such a night, only wolves and werewolves were missing.
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