Скачать или смотреть This uncle can make a circle every time he spreads the net.

He stood in the bow of the boat, leaning back slightly, and the net in his arms became part of his limbs. The morning fog has not yet dissipated, and the water is blue-gray.
He stepped forward with his left foot, and his waist suddenly turned around. The strength of the whole person spread from his heel to his waist and crotch, and then poured into his right arm - when the net was released, it was not thrown away, but "let go". Hearing the order, the lead pendants on the edge of the net flew out in unison and suddenly opened in mid-air, turning into a round and plump giant circle. The circle is still expanding, and the net beads on the edge are rustling, like a dark gauze that suddenly shakes open, and like an ink lotus blooming in an instant.
The arc of the net perfectly fits the arc of the water and quietly submerged into the water. When the lead fell, it only rippled a few extremely fine ripples, as if it were just dewdrops. For a moment, his wrist trembled gently and began to close the net. The muscles on the arms bulge like the roots of an old tree, but the net is calm, with some kind of ancient rhythm. When he finally left the surface of the water, there was a heavy pocket at the bottom of the net, in which the silver scales jumped and flashed, like a half-broken morning light.