Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Degradationoftheenvironment…Youmaynotbelieveit,butof

           morethantwothousandspeciesoffishlivinginthisriveronlyfiftyyearsago,notmorethanninehundredremain.Itistrulysad."

           Theybothleanedagainsttherailingandstaredintothemurkygreendepths.Thetidemusthavealreadybeencominginbecausethestenchofthewaterwasgrowingstronger.Thefirstdeadratsappeared.

           "Thewhite-finnedbullheadhasdiedoffcompletely."LinusPittbrokethesilence."Themullethasdied,ashavethesnakehead,thekithara,thestripedloach,theredbellydace,thelong-barbelgudgeon,thekingpickerel…"

           Atadistanceofabouttwentyyardsfromtheship’sside,thewatersurged.Foramoment,bothmensawatwenty-poundormorespecimenofthekingpickerelswallowingadeadratanddisappearingintothedepths,havinggracefullyflasheditstailfin.

           "Whatwasthat?"TheMasterTutorshuddered.

           "Idon’tknow."Geraltlookedatthesky."Apenguinmaybe?"

           Thescholarglancedathimandbithislips.

           "Inallcertaintyitwasnot,however,yourmythicalaeschna!Ihavebeentoldthatwitcherspossessconsiderableknowledgeaboutsomerarespecies.Butyou,younotonlyrepeatrumoursandtales,youarealsomockingmeinamostcrudemanner…Areyoulisteningtomeatall?"

           "Themistisn’tgoingtolift,"saidGeraltquietly.