"Michael F. Flynn - Dawn, and Sunset, and the Colours of the Earth" - читать интересную книгу автора (Flynn Michael)

were watching the scenery. Some were talking to each other. There was oneтАФa young girl
near the quarter railтАФwho saw me watching. She was, I think, twelve. She smile and wave
to me and I wave back and the capitan saw, and our boatтАЩs whistle shrieked and the little
girl, she clapped in delight.

But the capitan was fight the wheel. There was a strong current where there been no current
before. I had the mad fancy that our boat sat . . . somehow . . . on the lip of a waterfall. We
struggled like salmon against it as it pull us into the fog, toward the ferry.

A collision with such a ship would destroy us, so Ngyuen and meтАФhe is the other
deckhandтАФwe throw the bumpers over the side and stand by with the fending poles. When I
look up again at the deck of the ferry, I see the little girl bathed in a golden-red light, such as
one sees at dawn. The light came from out of the fog, you understand, and what sun has ever
dawned in the west? It seem like all the ferry was aglow and I hear a great shout from on
board. The foghorn was take on a sound like a train racing away. The little girl turn and face
into the fog and her mouth drop open. Oh, it was a look of such delight! And she raise her
hands to her face, and then the fog shrouded her, too, and everythingтАФboat, foghorn,