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The sea: a winter sonata.

				
				
				
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The sea: a winter sonata.
   Had not time to look back - and here winter. Behind a window snow, a frost,
Blizzards... Where to move in holiday? So it would be desirable heat, a sea bathing.
To pull out from a grist dollars and to fly to Nice? Well is not present, a grist today
You will not touch - "rainy day" yet minul. It is solved: we go to Anapa,
We are not bought, so though it is taken a breath of sea air.
   We leave the plane - the first pleasant unexpectedness: teplyn,
The sun caresses already hardly the cheeks freezed in Moscow. We leave on
The pioneer prospectus as if with a head we are dipped into the sea: a strong smell of iodine,
Salts, shrill freshness. Along the prospectus - cases of sanatoria, the sea
Somewhere behind them, but it is audible, as it hoots and splashes.
   The city is empty. At once it is visible, that it is insignificant, similar more to the usual
The Kuban village. But, of course, a resort thus: there are also magnificent
Modern hotels, both restaurants, and discos. On quay - trays with
The Black Sea costume jewellery: busiki, bracelets, brooches from cockleshells. Indispensable at
The seas photographers, shashlychniki, astrologists, artists - patient, occupied who
Conversations with each other, who the knitting, waiting rare in "the dead
Season "clients.
   We go down at last to the sea - heavy, rezinovo shining, hard
Shaft in which any more does not pull to dive, are rolled on a deserted beach. On
White sand, where in the summer as hens in a dust, flounder the happy
Bathers, have a rest now basically city dogs. A half moon of a bay,
Beginning with well-known anapskogo a beacon of centenary prescription, it is bordered
The brown acacias storing grown brown foliage. Will soon begin,
Probably, winds and rains. But while solnechno, silently and surprisingly cosy.
   Gradually you get used to loneliness. You enter into the lazy resort
The schedule: till a breakfast - walk on quay, then - procedures, when
Under tender hands of nurses striving near you you fill up and you see
The pacified light slumbers; after a dinner - a campaign on the market, razgljadyvanie big fishes,
Mussels, rapanov, sharply smelling as sea depths; excursions in
Abrau-Djurso where treat with the forgotten present champagne, in a delphinarium, where
torpedoobraznye animals with the bird's beaks on potrebu to us tired,
Manufacture dexterous tricks-jumps.
   Time goes slowly-slowly. The winter become heavy waves set
This rhythm. You feel, how settles in you pressure of eternal race and
Never-ending time trouble. Once you wake up with easy carefree heart.
Also you see nearby the beloved - the half-forgotten wife in sensations. And for
Window - still shining sun and patches of light of an infinite sea smooth surface.
You open a balcony door, you inhale a full breast and you start to sing, as
Free songbird.
Here such holiday in the beginning of winter.
                     Igor KURASHOV.
//* an information Source: the Russian newspaper, 4.12.98
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