Character: Dersu Uzala

On another evening, sitting by the fire, I read the arrows Of a fairy tale "the fisherman and the fish". Dersu at this time, something hewn with an axe. It stopped working, quietly put the axe to the ground and, without changing posture, without turning his head, began to listen. When I finished the story, Dersu stood up and said:
- Right, like this woman a lot there. He even spat with vexation and went on. the Poor old man. He would have thrown this woman, would make Morocco Yes would have roamed to another location.
We all burst out laughing. Immediately affected by the sight of stray native. The best way out of this situation, in his opinion, was to make a boat and migrate to another place. Later that evening, I walked over to the fire. Wood sat Dersu and thoughtfully staring at the fire. I asked him what he was thinking.
- Very sorry for the man. It was a gentle people. How many times you go to the sea, the fish shout, perhaps really wear down your boots.