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A dark narrow spit jutted into the lake from the opposite shore. It seemed to me that she was moving. Behind the scythe, there was a large patch that looked like snow. And from there we heard a strange cry, extremely harsh and rude in the morning silence, as if a donkey was playing its first note. The scream was repeated, and silence fell again.


Looking at the white spot and trying to figure out who it could be screaming like that, I heard blindly loud and also strange noises — like washing clothes. These are pelicans, lined up in a semicircle, and flapping their wings, driving fish into a shallow bay.


Like a storm, a slow golden eagle flew low and smoothly over the lake and turned towards the spit. On the white spot, someone screamed like a donkey again.


When the golden eagle approached the spit, it exploded: thousands of birds flew up and to the sides, shouted at all voices, the air rustled from their wings and flocks of various ducks swirled over the lake, sandpipers and sandpipers rang, cormorants stretched in black chains.


It was a spectacular sight. But my restless hunting passion made me turn my attention to a large flock of ducks that settled nearby. I got ready to shoot.


"Far away, comrade," the Captain warned in a whisper, "you can't kill, you'll only mutilate." In the heat of the moment, she'll probably fly, and then she'll run out of strength, sink into the reeds and worry. You won't be able to get up in the morning if you dislocate your leg or scratch your arm with a thorn. Well, there's nothing to talk about it, you're a bookish man—you know how and what better than I do.


Thinking that I don't understand him. Herman explained that one should live in such a way that people and creatures around one suffer as little as possible.


I mentally called Naiman the "guardian of the bird kingdom" and probably would have pointed out the inadmissibility of ranting at such moments if the flock had not moved closer to us and Athanasius would not have fired. I pulled the trigger after him.


Four wounded ducks were spinning on the water. I hit him again. Birds began to pour out of the flock one by one. The dog, which had been trembling with impatience, darted after them. Well, she got a job! She brought out twelve ducks from the lake. Nathan gently touched my gun. He looked at him as if he were a miracle.


A new flock of ducks flew over us. My excitement hadn't cooled down yet, I took aim and was just about to pull the trigger when I felt the palm of the "guardian of the bird kingdom" on my elbow.


"What do you need so many of them for?" "What is it?" he asked reproachfully. — And the ducks want to live.


Really, why do I need so much game? I lowered the shotgun.


— What do you feel sorry for? See how many there are! Athanasius said with displeasure.


— True, there are many birds, but you and I are not the only hunters. I see you're one of them...


"Which ones?"


"The kind that grabs everything for himself."


—I'm a hunter,— Athanasius laughed. — When we're hunting, we think about how to shoot more.


— Such hunters should be slapped in the neck, — the Captain muttered.


"Aren't you like that?" Athanasius asked briskly.


— I've been like that since I was a kid.


I asked what made Herman be different, but he didn't want to talk about it.


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