I'm on the sea again, It's March, I hear a voices of birds and a crow flew over me, wow! - another one.
The wind is light - it's a bit warm. Now sea seems like a concrete block, it's hard and immobile, sea is sleeping.
But sun is working on that - so in a three weeks the ice will be destroyed. I can see paddles, they are all with a sparks of sunlight.
The spring is coming. I can't wait that moment when I plunge into this shiny, warm and tender water.
Sea, no even water is like a woman - remember the chinese "yin".
This imagination will be included into my diary . See ya - and pax vobiscum!
Глава 15 - Story about the sea
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