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The Russian northern river slowly carried its cold waters along the shore ... On the shore, in the thickets of dim northern vegetation, someone's back was white ... The back slowly rose and fell with a constant amplitude and frequency. “What is it doing there?” - the village boys puzzled, lying in the bushes on the opposite bank. “So, it is someone who is tearing at someone” - the eldest realized and ... was 100% right! ... The old tug crawled along the river, nasally trumpeting ...