The ponds with extensive reed overgrowth in shallow places were located on both sides of the road. I stopped to look around. Shimmering waves of hot evaporation air flow rose and flowed like a fluttering curtain of haze over the surface of the water. The reed mass rustled slightly under a gust of wind and quieted down. Suddenly, a sedge warbler fluttered out of the depths of the reed beds. The bird perched on a dry stalk, looked around like an owner, then began to sing, loudly and lively...
Mikhail Gavrikov