Bream and fat bream

The book "Toustsila and Bream" is an unusual combination of fishing story, humor, and mysticism. Three friends go fishing, but this trip quickly turns into a real adventure with dangers, funny situations, and unexpected encounters. It has everything: feeder fishing tactics, alcohol-fueled gatherings by the campfire, and fabulous images of fish that take on the characteristics of mythical creatures. The reader finds themselves in a world where fishing becomes a philosophical path and an epic journey.

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Three friends go fishing. Maksim must catch a bream. He knows the strategy and tactics of catching big fish well, and many tricks. But for two years now, he has been out of luck. Will he succeed this time? Will he pull out the bream?

Can alcohol-fueled gatherings by the campfire end in a knife fight? Perhaps the locals will steal their fishing rods? What if a bear tears the friends apart? The question "And what if one of them drowns?" cannot be ruled out. What are the names of the other two friends and what will they be doing? The answers to these riddles are in the book. You can also use it as a brief guide to feeder fishing and galactic travel.

Excerpt from the book

...There was the Queen of Roaches with her subjects. She is large and mirror-like. The Queen with her subjects is from the left wing of the wedge. From the right wing is a roach led by a prince. Prince of Red-fins. With thin, intermittent lines on its scales from head to tail.

Between the wings stands the Striped Zebra, the predatory zebra of the Belarusian bottom – Perch Perch. And with him is his retinue. But they grew up far away, in the Norwegian fjords. He is called Akonung. Akonung lost many fish. He grabs a fish, rising from the bottom, releases its guts into the water, punctures its bladder. He spits roe into the water, his retinue fertilizes the roe indiscriminately.

And at the head of the wedge, at its peak – stands the Bream. I have lived long and seen many bream and young bream. I have seen both farmed and wild ones. And from Scottish lakes, and from the Volga delta, and from Belarusian lakes, but no one has ever seen or heard of such a Bream. He stands proudly, above the bottom, at a height equal to his own from hump to belly. He looks forward. And no one scares him, neither pike, nor perch, nor predatory bird. He is not afraid of nets, for he will descend into the silt or cut the nets with his large, sharp fins. And to the left of the bream is his younger brother. And to the right of the bream is his cousin...