the volga delta is the village of ikryannaya, 40 km from astrakhan.y say that peter ii himself tried fish soup from asitr here. in soviet times , a large kolkoz farm was built in these places - volga, the fish farms were engaged in the extraction and processing of fish, now about only memories remain of the famous enterprise throughout the country. there is little work, many local residents work in the regional center, just as their ancestors went to the river, because the volga is fed, although not in the same way as before. there were fewer, much fewer, of course, carp and pike perch there, not enough, of course. mikhail amosov has lived in ikryanoye for all his 55 years, has been fishing since childhood, catching carp, pike perch, and the rare stellate sturgeon, here for some reason he calls it red and doesn’t even remember it. the poaching freedom has done its job, the unique breeds of fish were exterminated by the barbarians, local organized crime groups. i come across these poachers, yes, and they also throw nets, everyone disappears, this is ge

the village of ikryannaya continues to live in the volga and memories of the former abundance of thellowing an old habit, local resident mikhail amosov goes out on the water again. he is ready to devote all his time to fishing. and you'll be lucky. oh, he's biting. this is how we saw the fight against poachers in the caspian sea, this was our investigation from the astrakhan region and moscow, only you can draw conclusions, see you on the rossiya 24 tv channel . i got drunk on wine with the hussars, asked to steal a cannon from the regiment for the sake of peace and shot at a peasant hut with my own hands , miraculously didn’t kill anyone to death, what’s the difficulty, her mother is an important person at court , everything is fine with my daughter, she’s a normal girl, just like everyone else, and a maiden too. he recoils, like, let’s go to paris , we’ll eat an oyster, one could forgive him, but according to the law, siberia is supposed to be, siberia, siberia, but i’ll cut out your tongue now, we won’t hang you, we ’ll sew it up, so i’d tear you apart with horses, where are you g