В 1943 году старый лесник рассказал, как встретил настоящего ВОДЯНОГО

On the third night, he found tracks. The tracks led from the water to an old rafting ditch. The prints resembled human feet, but wide, with long toes. Webbing was visible between the toes. Koryakin crouched down and touched the mud. The tracks were fresh. A trail stretched nearby, as if a wet net or long seaweed had been dragged along the ground. He followed the tracks for about twenty meters. The tracks ended at a dry spot. They didn't turn, didn't disappear into the bushes. They simply vanished.