Ballet on the water

Looked in the overgrown reeds beach - do not miss the boat would be a gentle entry into the Minor Biryuchku. But a dark glade in the bush. Target to her, and raked in more oars. For a long time for supper, then sat down on the bottom of the boat and cover up to his chin jacket. The moon has gone downhill. Beneath her glittering rushes braced night dew. Well under the jacket to listen to night noises. That pokryahtit sleepy frog plyuhnetsya into the water, pisknet in the bush-hen, then prozhuzhzhit overhead dor - a sure sign of a good, stable weather - and again no sound. Close your eyes and immediately see how the ripples beneath a moon, as quietly dropped from the shore ducks, and everything is sinking, sinking in the soft and warm mist ... ... A short wild scream. Tremble and my eyes open: lower me slowly and it is important to flying heron. The moon was somewhere behind the reeds. Star in the east have become brighter, especially brightly lit Venus and all the flashing, blinking, like a candle in the wind - to go out and look. Absolutely no wind, and the tops of the reeds whispered, slightly bent, and again subsided. From the east pulled cool. The sky is a bit lighter, it becomes pale turquoise. Water near the shore flushed as though she warmed up from the bottom in huge bonfires to light the cherry glow. Seems to throw a log in it - will be on. Of me flying herd teal. I'm staring at the blazing gulf and did not have time to throw up a gun. Over the next zasadkoy appears drake. Makes zalet goes for landing. That's already set up the feet, touches them in a hot water and suddenly soars, as if burned.