"Alexander Kazantsev - The Destruction of Faena" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kazantsev Alexander)

The only daughter of the Dictator of Powermania, an ancient continent
of Faena, was named Yasna after her mother. Her father, Yar Jupi, had
been hoping for a son, but he loved his daughter beyond measure. He kept
dreaming that she would grow up, get married and leave him. When, as
was the custom, he needed to give his grown-up daughter a final name, he
could think of nothing better than calling her Mada, which meant
Falling-in-love. Surnames on Faena were borrowed from the stars and
planets. For example. Mar, Jupi, Alt or Sirus.
Mada Jupi took after her mother: she was called beautiful. Her face
baffled the artists, being lively, always changing, now merry, now clear,
now pensive. How could they paint her? She typified the best of the
longfaces, but the oval of her features was moderate and soft, her nose was
straight and her lips were firmly compressed.
This blue-eyed Faetess (as they were called on Faena) was met on the
Great Shore by Ave Mar, a visitor to Powermania. The girl was coming out
of the water, having chosen the moment when a breaker had crashed on
the shore and was sliding back in a mass of hissing foam.
Ave wished he had been a sculptor. Everything he had heard about
Mada from his hunchbacked secretary Kutsi Merc was pale, inadequate
and dull compared with what he could see with his own eyes.
A fat, elderly Faetess, one of the roundheads, ran into the water and
wrapped the girl in a soft, fluffy sheet as she emerged.
Mada took no notice whatever of Ave, although from what her
companion had told her, she knew quite a lot about him. The nanny deftly
put a folding chair down on the sand and Mada sat on it, wrapping the
sheet round her as the ancients used to drape themselves in their robes.
Kutsi Merc noticed the impression that Mada had made on Ave, and he
hunched his back even more as he bent down to speak.
"Shall we show this to the local natives?"
And with a significant smile on his clever, evil face, he held a small,
smooth board out to Ave. Sitting on the sand and admiring Mada, Ave
vaguely replied:
"Well, I didn't realise we'd brought that with us!"
"The proud and beautiful Mada Jupi is here," said the secretary
encouragingly. Ave Mar stood up. Thanks to his impressive height, long,
strong neck and piercing eyes, he gave the impression of looking over the
heads of everybody else.
In obedience to his own impulse, as it seemed to him, he took the board
from Kutsi and walked boldly with it into the water.
Without taking her eyes off Kutsi, Mada's companion whispered into
the girl's ear:
"Look, Mada! The stranger from Danjab I was telling you about has
taken a board with him."
In spite of the breakwater, built to make swimming easier when the tide
was coming in, the waves were crashing violently onto the shore. Outside
the barrier, they were truly gigantic, rearing up their foaming crests one
after another as on the open sea.
 "Where's he swimming to?" asked Mada's companion in alarm.
"Shouldn't we call the lifeguards?"