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A wonderful forest. Mixed. With enormous oaks and ashes and elms and pines. But mostly oaks and pines. On a still day, there’s not a rustle in the forest: dead quiet, broken only by the occasional flute call of a golden oriole, the knocking of a woodpecker, the warble of a goldfinch… And then there’s silence once more…
In a breeze, the oaks creak, their leaves flutter angrily, the pines rustle endlessly… There’s a lake in the middle of the forest, embellished on one side with bulrushes…
Somehow it turned out that on one side pines gaze into the water, and on the opposite side – oaks… To the left of the lake is a dam, to the right stretch meadows with green shrubbery, willows and lush grass.
There are carp in the lake. Whoppers.
“The carp in this lake are ginormous. As big as b
