Not a story about a goldfish

Stephen sat on the shore of the lake and thought that usually the end of summer, no matter how he expected it, always missed it.  I remembered him only when autumn was already repainting nature in its colors - red, yellow and orange, and saluting itself about its solemn arrival.
Summer residents have already moved out, taking their children and grandchildren with them.  The shores of lakes, paths and roads were empty.  Everything returned to its original state.
Only Stephen, looking lonely in this world freed from human bustle, was sitting on the shore of a forest lake.  Or rather, not even on the shore, but behind its line, waist-deep in water.  There were rumors about this lake that it was "healing".  So Stephen, who has recently been suffering from severe pain in both knee joints, decided not to check, but rather use this chance to get rid of them.
A few days ago, young mothers and grandmothers of different ages were noisily filling the shore with their babies and grandchildren.  But now, this forest lake was completely empty.... There are still absolutely green trees around it, as they were all this summer.  Stephen looked at them and smiled.  And the sun, it seemed, was smiling at him somewhere behind the burning rays.  And not only the sun;  it seemed that the peace and quiet of this realm of again wild nature, too.
To feel this, you do not need to listen or peer around.  Nature confidently and somehow without resentment towards people restored its originality.  And where only yesterday there was a beach on which children splashed very noisily, ducks appeared.  At first there were three of them, but soon the same number came out of the reeds.  They were very concentrated on finding something edible for them in the water.  A few minutes later, the ducks, stretched out in a line, calmly swam along the shore.  It seemed that they did not notice Stephen, or perhaps they took him for a harmless and not dangerous creature for them.  And so it was.  Stephen, although he was sitting in the water, was completely motionless.
The fish approached the "bridge", stood for a few seconds and disappeared into its hiding place.  So she did a few circles.  Stephen was amused by this.  On her next lap, he very slowly lowered his palm into the water, blocking her exit from the "shelter".  And at this time, three more of the same fish appeared.  They approached Stephen's feet and began to "peck" his toes.
He returned his gaze to the hiding place of the fish, which had become "his own", but it was not visible.  Stephen was sure that she was there, in a hiding place built for her.  He slowly moved his fingers and felt her presence.  Stephen froze.  Soon he felt her touch again.  She touched his fingers and palm with unusual tenderness.
Stephen closed his eyes, and at that moment it seemed to him that these were not touches, but kisses.  They were so gentle, reminding him of his lovely and gentle granddaughters, with whom he was lucky to be together this summer for several weeks.
Stephen had a desire to take this fish in his hands.  He lowered his other hand for this, but suddenly felt someone's eyes on him.  Looked back.  The beach remained deserted.  Stephen slowly turned his head towards the lake.  But there was no one there either.  He looked down into the water and froze.  His fish looked straight into his eyes.  For a few seconds they looked into each other's eyes.  Stephen smiled.  He realized it was his response to her smile.  It was she who first smiled at him, and he did it in response.  A second passed, maybe two.  He really wanted to talk to her.  And for this he has already opened his mouth.  And she, as if flirting with him, did not give him the opportunity to do this.
"Especially" bending its tail, the fish swam, but not forward, but backward.  At the same time, her eyes continued to look at Stephen.  Then she stopped.  Fins gracefully "fan" her body.  She slowly approached his feet.  It seemed to Stephen that she was "rubbing" against his leg.  A few more seconds and he saw how she, turning around, touched her lips to his leg!  Just touched!  Stephen froze.  His body felt a surge of bliss.

Now he knew for sure that these were not just touches, but really kisses!  And then, unexpectedly for himself, he turned to her:
- Fedor, this is not fair!  You can kiss me, but I can't kiss you!  What do i do?
Why did Steven call her that?  He didn't have an answer for himself.  He just added:
- Of course Fedor!  It suits her very well, - and thought a little, said, - Fedora, my Fedora!
It seemed to him that she heard and understood him.  And her smile became even more beautiful and distinct!  Forgotten, but still very familiar excitement filled his soul.
him.  He didn't want to scare her off or accidentally hurt her.  He still did not realize that she, his Fedora, had forever dissolved in clean, still warm lake water like in summer.  "Float" in his heart, she will never leave him.
Stepping ashore, Stephen once again glanced at the place from where, a few seconds earlier, his Fyodor had looked at him and smiled at him.
He saw some kind of fish swimming quickly from the very “abyss” where his Fyodor had gone.  She swam to the very shore where Stephen was standing and stopped.  He recognized her - it was her!  He quickly turned to the shore and quietly entered the water.  Fyodor was in no hurry to approach his feet.  Then she sharply waved her tail and “kissed” first one of his legs, and then the other.  She stood for another moment and turning around, quickly wagging her tail like hips, swam to where someone else was already waiting for her.
Steven walked to the abandoned car with a smile on his face and a heart filled with happiness.
And suddenly, as if languidly, words fluttered out of his soul, which he stretched, as if singing:
- Amazing summer!
And what a beautiful finale!