Early autumn with a red brush over the gardens and foothills. But summer reminded of another hot afternoon. On one of these days, the elder brother stood at the front door with an old shotgun over his shoulder.
– Get ready! Let’s go hunting …
What is there to gather? He pulled on his patched trousers. I put a slingshot in my bosom just in case. Here’s more bread to take … Yes, at home, not a bit
“Nothing, we will have lunch on the spot,” brother said carelessly. – Perhaps, we shall shoot down something. Take the pot, come in handy …
Until the evening wandered through the scorched hills. Nothing! Only, as they say, the legs were killed. From long wanderings in the heat, my mouth was dry, they tried not to remember about food.
And suddenly … A flock of birds quickly swept over our heads! The brother did not have time to throw the gun up. However, seeing the pack, he clearly perked up.
– Cheer up, brother! Somewhere near a spring. Ryabki from there. Click?
So here they are what pocks! And I thought it was wild pigeons.
We “clicked.” And for sure, soon, half a kilometer showed scanty trees. My brother told me to stay in place. And he himself, slightly stooping to the ground, trotted to the grove.
The minutes languidly stretched. Finally, shots rang out – first one, then the other … From a distance I saw a brother shaking his loot over his head. Ran closer … Finally, I was able to carefully consider the hazel. What to say, handsome! Plump. Light smoky. Pen to pen.
I instantly dragged dry twigs and cow “flat cakes”.
A pair of birds immediately went to the nip, and the other was left for later, for the home …
– Eh, and the soup bungled! – exulted brother. – Game with rice …
– Where do you get the rice? – I was surprised.
– Bird something stuffed. Look
Indeed, in the abdomens of gutted grouse was “stored” in a handful of rice.
“There are rice checks nearby,” the brother explained bluntly. – Birds fly there to feed. And to the spring they wrap up to drink …
The taste of soup on the fire seemed downright heavenly. In addition, for the first time in a long time, my brother and I ate full. Well … And so far I consider rice soup made of speckles the best, rarest delicacy.
And the bird with the filling, which “rescued” us so much in those hungry post-war years, has now become a rarity in our lands. White-eyed speckles are now listed in the Red Book and protected by law.