All the Nations of the Tatar Strait

Thirty years ago, I asked, I do not remember who, the device for catching fish from the pier. I wanted to catch a herring. The only sea fish that I not only knew, but ate sometimes. Tackle, which I was given - was a long and strong string with a few hooks and a sinker at the end. Worms were, of course, marine. They were found right there, on the coast of the Tatar Strait. It seems to me that they were not even worms, but some caterpillars, entirely covered with small crests-needles on both sides.

In general, I took this string with hooks, went to the pier, where there were already many fishermen with the same devices. It was felt that the crowd from all parts of the USSR, who had not yet realized who and how had crept up to them unnoticed. Reorganization only gained momentum.

In general, all the nations of the Tatar Strait, the honor and conscience of the planet Earth ...

The string stretched when it was first cast. Worried, thinking, did not kill killer of my worm, I began to wind a string on some board, which the owner of this tackle gave me. My prey in the depths of the Tatar Strait resisted desperately. I already began to suspect a shark, which, for my bad reasons, was to swim to the Soviet shores.

I was sweating quite a bit, I still dragged someone who did not want to die, closer to the surface. And above the water the head of a monster appeared. It was something terrible and spiteful! Apparently, swam from the capitalist water area. We could not have such creatures.

"The bull-calf!" - barked over my ear neighbor, also something winding on his board. I almost let go of the string, and my monster again plunged into the depths of the strait.

"I've heard of sea cows, nothing's about bulls yet!" - I barked back, returning the monster to its place and trying to suppress his willpower.

"Fish is like this, I'm Black Sea, but here are such water areas!" - the neighbor panted, pulling something black and white and flat. "Flounder," he explained to me, "Papa Mama is local."

In general, I pulled my monster against his will, he - his, almost already weak-willed. We met and went to the hostel where he lived, to wash our first catch in the Tatar Strait, buying a wash in a store with some kind of Cossack name, or lamas, or pampas.

This strait, as is known, separates Eurasia from Sakhalin. In fact, this is a decent sea length of 663 kilometers, the width of this sea in the southern part is 324 kilometers, in the northern part - almost 40 kilometers. Fish there nemereno. In addition, everyone, a feeling that all varieties and species. Alaska pollock, cod, trout, goby, flounder. Have you heard about the beldjump? Lives there. And about a hairy quadrangular crab? Too there walks.

In general, there are a lot of fish. Tie a hook to any string and throw it into the sea. Somebody let him bite ...