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Updated: May 14, 2025
Dymov and Kiruha, looking at Styopka, undressed quickly and one after the other, laughing loudly in eager anticipation of their enjoyment, dropped into the water, and the quiet, modest little river resounded with snorting and splashing and shouting. Kiruha coughed, laughed and shouted as though they were trying to drown him, while Dymov chased him and tried to catch him by the leg.
In one place the reeds were shaking and nodding, with their flowers rustling Styopka and Kiruha were hunting crayfish. "A crayfish, look, lads! A crayfish!" Kiruha cried triumphantly and actually showed a crayfish. Yegorushka swam up to the reeds, dived, and began fumbling among their roots.
It's a mockery to give that to the hens; enough to make the hens laugh. . . . No, I will go to Bondarenko." When Yegorushka went back to the river a small camp fire was smoking on the bank. The waggoners were cooking their dinner. Styopka was standing in the smoke, stirring the cauldron with a big notched spoon.
Styopka was walking after them with a pail in his hands; he had tucked his shirt right up under his armpits, and was holding it up by the hem with his teeth. After every successful catch he lifted up some fish, and letting it shine in the sun, shouted: "Look at this perch! We've five like that!"
Styopka, with the notched spoon in his hand, took his place in the smoke by the cauldron, gazing dreamily into the water for the scum to rise. Panteley and Emelyan were sitting side by side in silence, brooding over something.
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