the enisei fish really saved the military from starvation even after the war. my brother lives in dudinkahicket, well big ones, they're right there surface, we went, the fisherman won’t pick it up, everything won’t turn yellow, we went in a crowd, looked. the village says we went to the river to look at these fish, they swam there so calmly, the whole village went out there, our fish soup is almost ready, there’s just the finishing touch left, the secret ingredient, without which yanisei fish soup simply cannot exist, well, we, as they say, are finishing, wow, the jerk is the lowering of the firebrand. connoisseurs from moscow and st. petersburg fly thousands of kilometers to the yenisei just for this taste of aroma. thank you very much. and you're not good at it. yenisei throughout history was a place of exile. rebellious boyars, impostor tsars, and decembrists were sent here to siberia. somewhere on these shores the symbol of that era, the grandiose pantheon of stalin, or rather what was left of it, was lost . when the outlines of the first settlement of the day appeared on the horizon,