Вариант 3

We arrived at the lake very early. It was cold but in spite of that there were several (20)  there. Dad pulled our fishing rods out of the rucksack and we joined the others. “Hey, look what I (21)   !” a man sitting several metres upstream proudly showed us his bag. There was a large fish in it. “Good job,” Dad (22) and everyone became quiet again. “How long do we have to wait? When will they bite?” I whispered. “I (23) ,” Dad whispered back and a moment later he was holding a little, silver fish. “See?” he turned to me. “But this one is too small. We’d better let it go and wait for the next one.” And he let (24) fish go. The second fish was (25) than the first one and soon Dad caught a few more. “If it goes on like this, mum (26) us a great dinner,” he said. We kept fishing till noon but I didn’t catch anything myself and got really bored with it. To me, it (27) a stupid waste of time but I certainly wasn’t going to tell Dad that. He wouldn’t have liked (28)  words.