would lie at the bottom
The long-awaited winter has arrived in Astrakhan. For two days it was snowing, the ground and the trees covered themselves with a white blanket. The time has come for a real winter hunt.
In the morning after work I immediately went home, I was looking forward to the time when I could walk with a gun through the long-awaited snow. But by 9 in the morning all the plans had been interrupted by the snow that had begun; such snow threatened to cover all the tracks. Continue reading