“In the darkness I thought of Fyodorovich, deep in the Kolyma taiga. It was the eleventh of October, and already, I imagined, the first light snows had dusted the area around Sunny Lake. I pictured the old man sitting alone in the sun by the lakeshore, smoking a Prima and gazing skyward as the last of the whooper swans flew south, squawking and trumpeting as they went.”


Fen Montaigne, Reeling In Russia: An American Angler In Russia
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Reeling In Russia: An American Angler In Russia Reeling In Russia: An American Angler In Russia by Fen Montaigne
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