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First Dive in the Sea, or About Existence of Parallel Worlds
Travel tale by Veselo
I was sitting on the seashore, regarding fishing boats right at the edge of the skyline, and reflected about people's luck. Not so many things you need to be happy: just sit on the warm stones, screw up one's eyes into tender sunrays, listen a whisper of waves and smile silly to the world… It's so simple and lowly.
But that is not like that. No rest on the world (and thank God).
Local kindly man greeted to me and offered to swim with mask. I consented because long time ago I wanted to try it and my friends persuaded to dive with the aqualung and explained me that it's another world, which shake the imagination, this beauty never can be forgotten and drawn towards, attracted by the deep and etc. But, as the saying goes, you don't understand till time when you will dip into it.
How I clothed the mask on myself
It should to be seen, but luckily, I guessed that the tube must be hold by teeth and I was able to breathe through it. For notice, I didn't get it at first time, because was trying to breathe through nose by habit. Unaccustomedly. After turned down my face to the water I forgot how to breathe in general, because the beyond flow on me.
Sea world in the depth
Ye Gods! It was so beautiful. I could see fishes, which didn't afraid nothing and was swimming almost in front of my nose. When my heels pushed away from the bottom I was flying and under me flocks of large colorful fishes was glimpsed fleetingly, stones overgrown hedgehogs (I mean the black needle-shaped balls – don't know how to call correctly them), every kind of plants: from tubular forms to the absolutely indescribable abstraction. All of that lived and moved. Percolated easily through pellucid depth of water sunrays was lighting up the sea air and danced by colorful yellow stripes on the sand bottom.
Sometimes I rose up my head a little bit for check my alive and the land pressed me by its sober reality, but waves tried to give back me at its treasury and greased the image of people's world. Gave way easily to these persuasions I went to the beyond, where the sky was the strange shaken membrane and little fishes could touch theirs sky. They swam quite close to the surface and went away again on the depth.
A little later I crawled out to the shore and the stranger offered me flippers. He said that the place where I used to swim is not beautiful like a little left where much more interesting. Stamped some on the pebbles at this direction I got again to the sea and the kindly assistant showed me that most of all attracts people from the entire world to come at this place.
Here the bottom had more fantastical shape. It rises up on the distance of stretched hand there and then abruptly went far down, sometimes too much: the one darkness just was visible and the breath was caught by suddenly depth. Sometimes swimming flocks of fishes sparkled somewhere in it. Now I understand the movie Luk Besson “Le grand bleu”, because the abyss pulled to itself by the enigma and its undiscovered world. I desired to pour in it: look, freeze and sometimes to forget a breath.
It's the world in the edge of reality, where you feel the flying: swam by the soaring bird it could be seen fields and plains of this world. Here the life is the staggering variety. The fishes of these colors I didn't meet before… and now I didn't watch television, I just was there. The Skates stand still on the one place, turtles… So… if anybody will call me a turtle I will glad how nobody in the world! Because they are so beautiful in the sea and like the great swimmer just lead there.
Interesting trails on stones after sea stars remind the ancient magical inscriptions. And I was amused a little by a plant in the shape of broad leafs of different sizes: from small (around 50 centimeters) to several meters – at the approached discern they were looks like a lace serviette.
I was swimming all day at the small corner, could not tear myself away till sunset, and how many didn't uncover yet! How can possible to live and didn't see that? These kinds of questions made me frightened.
P.S.: After that I didn't afraid the sea, neither scared dark stones nor strange movements somewhere close to me. I saw the face of my fear and in actual fact it turned out what I was afraid is so beautiful!!!
Date of birth this story: 06 July, 2003,
Posted 24 March, 2006
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