A lone fisherman is sitting on the bank of the Volga River
It's early in the morning, and he's watching the calm water. Slowly, a small boat emerges from the thick morning fog. The fisherman recognizes the two people on board: his old friend, Pyotr Ivanovich, casually leaning back on a bench and smoking a pipe, and Pyotr's wife, rowing furiously, drenched in sweat and on the verge of exhaustion.
"Where are you going so early this morning, Pyotr Ivanovich?" the fisherman shouts.
"I'm taking my wife to the maternity hospital in town!"