In early autumn, I returned home along the Yauza River, where it is on tap. The evening air thrashed in physiognomy. Anxious and sweet state when lanterns were lit. There is still summer dust on the foliage. And I dragged my dinner home. For some reason, there's often a pity for the fish. They look so cute, for some reason you put human feelings into them. Therefore, I had to capture this fish when I came home. Outside the window I placed a view of Yauza river