Wandering Spark - Part 10
Here is a couple in the pool nearby. Foreigners, the man's hands are bare, the girl's hem indecently short, almost to the knees. They kiss and they don’t see Varan. Finally, after being separated from each other, they throw coins into the sea - first she, then he.
Varan smiled in the dark. In the autumn, with coins streets and roofs; which are imperial - will be added to incomes. From the others people make decorations, toys, sinkers, and spoons.
And how many lost in a season valuable trinkets can be found in the gutters! Ringlets, hair clips, and scallops, leather bathing shoes, chains...
And drowned people, however, also come across. For the season there is no way that no one is drowned - drunk or unhappy love. And lies until autumn on someone's field such a loser, waiting until hide in a bag and sent to the bottom finally...
Varan sighed an, in clothes, slipped into the water without a splash.
He hugged to the very top. It's warm as if bathed in crik milk. There is no bottom - below, in terrible depth, the father's house and a helical platform. And if you lower your face into the water and wave your arms, sparks, floating stars, souls of forgotten fish fly out ...
The sea was breathing. Nearby, in the port, creaked and tapped; not a single alarming sound spread over the water - but Varan shuddered and raised his head.
On the beach at the pool, where a couple ago kissed a couple, there was now a soundless fuss. Someone was holding their mouths, someone was throwing a sack over their heads; the more insanely the season became, the more work was the imperial patrol. And with two doves, it seems, it's all over - someone will find them in the fall on the roof of a house grown by algae ... Or maybe it will not find if the current ...
"Guards! Here!" Varan squealed vehemently. His scream blocked the sounds of the port, flew over the water, crashed against the rocks, maybe not heard by anyone, or maybe heard. "Guardians! Murder! Robbers! Here!"
Above, in the thickets of the cacti, iron was pounded with iron. The creak stopped in the port and the bell struck a second later.
Above, in the thickets of bushes, guards pounded with iron. The creak stopped in the port and the bell struck a second later.
The fuss on the shore was ended. Not knowing who won and who is alive, Varan took air and dived so deep that it squeaked in his right ear.
"Well at least, I did not throw clothes on the beach." Varans clothes would track guards directly to him.
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