The fisherman pulled on the wire and dragged a strangely shaped object out of the mud: when he washed the dirt off the find, he was shocked when he realized what it was š±šØ
The fisherman arrived at the shore early in the morning, as he did almost every Saturday. The sky was already clear, but the signs of yesterdayās storm could still be felt all around. During the night a heavy rain had fallen here, the wind had driven the waves straight toward the shore, and the sea had thrown a pile of debris onto the land: pieces of boards, seaweed, plastic bottles, and some rusty metal scraps.
The man walked slowly across the wet clay in rubber boots, looking for a place where he could quietly set up his fishing rod. He liked fishing in silence, so he always chose spots far away from people.
That was when he noticed a strange detail. A thin piece of wire was sticking out of the thick mud.
At first he wanted to walk past it. After a storm there are many things like that on the shore. But something about that wire seemed strange. It stuck up almost vertically, as if it were attached to something.
The man stepped closer, bent down, and tried to pull it with his fingers.
The wire didnāt move.
Then he grabbed it with both hands and pulled harder. The ground around it shifted, but the find seemed firmly stuck in the mud.
āWhat could that beā¦ā he muttered, planting his feet deeper into the sticky ground.
He pulled again. First slowly, then harder. The mud seemed to suck the object back in, as if it didnāt want to let it go. The man felt the wire cutting into his palms through his gloves. Several times he even thought about giving up, but curiosity had already taken hold of him.
He rocked the wire from side to side, pulling with short jerks, sometimes stopping to catch his breath.
Finally the earth made a dull, sucking sound. Something heavy slowly began to come out of the mud.
The man gave one last strong pull, and the object finally popped free. He barely managed to hold onto it so it wouldnāt fall back into the sludge.
The object had a strange shape.
Its entire surface was covered with thick mud, so it was impossible to understand what it was. The shape was rounded in some places and angular in others, and that made the most unpleasant thoughts appear in his mind.
The man felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
āJust donāt let it beā¦ā he thought, and immediately decided to take the find to the water.
He walked to the sea and carefully began washing off the mud. Waves rolled over the object while he wiped away the sticky clay with his hands, trying to see what exactly he had pulled out of the ground. And when the fisherman realized what it was, he froze in surprise š±š² The continuation of the story can be found in the first comment šš
At first a smooth surface appeared. Then the outline of a nose became visible. Then the lips. The man froze.
A little more mud slid off the surface, and from the water a familiar face with stone curls looked back at him.
He straightened up abruptly and stared at the find. It was the head of a statue of Alexander Pushkin.
For several seconds he simply stood there in silence. Just a minute earlier he had thought he had pulled something criminal out of the mud, and the idea of calling the police had already crossed his mind.
Now the situation even seemed a little funny.
Someone had probably thrown an old statue into the sea, and the storm during the night had simply brought the writerās head back to the shore.
