The Ranger. The Reserve
7 hrs. 50 min.
Quack!
Ducks burst from under the bank and fly over the water with тревожним quacking. They make a sharp turn and disappear behind the tops of fir trees.
I watch them go and smile.
I’m fine.
The campfire’s glow dances in coppery flashes on pine trunks. It smells of smoke and fish soup. A pike thrashes its tail in the thickets of reeds. On the bog hummocks, ripe cranberries blush.
This is my world. I’m happy in it. And I want to keep it.
I am a gamekeeper.
Ducks burst from under the bank and fly over the water with тревожним quacking. They make a sharp turn and disappear behind the tops of fir trees.
I watch them go and smile.
I’m fine.
The campfire’s glow dances in coppery flashes on pine trunks. It smells of smoke and fish soup. A pike thrashes its tail in the thickets of reeds. On the bog hummocks, ripe cranberries blush.
This is my world. I’m happy in it. And I want to keep it.
I am a gamekeeper.
