The fisherman pulled on the wire and dragged a strangely shaped object out of the mud. When he washed the dirt off the find, he was shocked when he realized what it was 😱😨
The fisherman arrived at the shore early in the morning, as he did every Saturday. The sky was already clear, but the aftermath of yesterday’s storm was still visible everywhere. During the night, heavy rain had hit the area, the wind had pushed waves straight toward the coast, and the sea had scattered debris across the shore—planks of wood, seaweed, plastic bottles, and rusted metal fragments.
He walked slowly across the wet clay in rubber boots, searching for a quiet place to set up his fishing rod. He preferred fishing in silence, so he always chose spots far from other people.
That’s when he noticed something unusual. A thin wire was sticking out of the thick mud.
At first, he intended to walk past it. After a storm, the shore was full of strange objects like this. But something about this wire felt different. It stood almost upright, as if connected to something buried beneath.
He stepped closer, bent down, and tried to pull it with his fingers.
The wire didn’t budge.
He grabbed it with both hands and pulled harder. The ground around it shifted, but whatever it was remained firmly stuck in the mud.
“What could that be…” he muttered, planting his feet deeper into the sticky ground.
He pulled again—slowly at first, then with more force. The mud seemed to pull the object back in, as if refusing to release it. The wire cut into his palms through his gloves. Several times he considered stopping, but curiosity had already taken hold.
He rocked the wire side to side, pulling in short bursts, pausing occasionally to catch his breath.
Finally, the earth gave a deep, sucking sound. Something heavy began to rise from the mud.
With one last strong pull, the object came free. He barely managed to hold onto it so it wouldn’t drop back into the sludge.
It had a strange shape.
Its entire surface was coated in thick mud, making it impossible to recognize. The form was rounded in some areas and sharp in others, and unsettling thoughts crept into his mind.
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
“Just don’t let it be…” he thought, immediately deciding to take it to the water.
He walked to the shore and carefully began washing it clean. Waves washed over the object as he wiped away the sticky clay, trying to understand what he had pulled from the ground. And when the fisherman realized what it was, he froze in shock 😱😲
At first, a smooth surface emerged. Then the shape of a nose. Then lips. He froze.
More mud slid away, and from the water, a familiar face with stone curls appeared.
He straightened abruptly and stared at the find. It was the head of a statue of Alexander Pushkin.
For several seconds he stood in silence. Just moments earlier, he had feared he had uncovered something criminal and had almost considered calling the police.
Now the situation even felt slightly absurd.
Someone had likely thrown an old statue into the sea, and the night’s storm had simply carried the writer’s head back to shore.
