About the book: 1966 / At the end of winter, when the sun blazes dazzlingly over the snow, but the ice still rings crisply under the ice pick, the fish bite well. You pull a perch out into the snow and you’re surprised: how beautiful it is! And the most amazing and unfamiliar thing is the blue spot on the gills, azure as the April sky. But what is it? The spot fades before our eyes, and then it disappears as if it never existed. It turns out that only ice fishermen know about this blue speck and see it only for a matter of minutes. How many more are there in the forest, in the field, on the water that appear for one single and often unique moment! If the reader finds in this book that did not notice or did not have time to see it himself, the author will consider himself fully rewarded. A. Liverovsky