Marfino. Confluence of the rivers

There were suspicions, even more hope, that there might still be dugouts in Marfino. But I checked everything – they are not there. Well, since I found myself in this place, I need to look at the confluence of the Kozma and Vologda rivers.

Dew, fog, predawn state.

Birds are singing, fish are splashing – only these sounds fill the space.

Only the Dairy is making noise in the distance.

The confluence of the rivers is unremarkable.

This is not the Sukhona with its tributaries, where rocks and steep rocky shores ...

There is almost no current in these rivers.

There is something mysterious about dawn, but also unpleasant.

It's like spring and summer. Summer is a good time of the year that everyone is waiting for, but I don't like it, especially after the middle, because I understand that autumn is coming soon.

And the pre–dawn state is like spring in anticipation of summer.

And after dawn comes the day, where the coolness is replaced by heat..