This was the third day of our trip to a remote village founded on the bank of the Vasyugan river. The river holds the name of the well-known swamp, the biggest swamp in the northern hemisphere, where it takes its flow. We went fishing to one of the Vasuagan tributaries. It was getting late and the sun was coming down changing its colour. The golden hour was about to start, but just before that we could enjoy the river turning dark blue against the yellow grass of the water meadows.
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