When we passed through it, I saw the Scirpus (maybe you call it orclub-rush, wood club-rush or bulrush). I remember when I was a child I took a lot of Scirpus and put them in a vase at home. But after 2-3 days, their beautiful brown heads began to crumble with white fluff. The house became dusty. Since then, I have never picked Scirpus.
I liked the river. There were many birds like ducks, blackbirds, egrets. I even heard beaver splashing in the water on the beach. But I couldn't take a picture of him, so he quickly dived into the water.
On the shore, it quickly crawled across the grass into the bushes. I think it was a poisonous viper, it had stripes on its back and spots on its head. This appearance of the viper was so unexpected that I had no time to be frightened.
Then it was very quiet on the river. Trees and bushes were reflected in the calm water. Water lilies with large leaves grew there.