Коралловое ожерелье или пророчество

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Андрей Мартынов

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Фантаст Детский писатель Прозаик

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11.01.2024 18:41:31

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Рассказ основан на реальных событиях далекого прошлого

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ФРАГМЕНТ

     Coral necklace or a prophecy

      

     A boy of about eleven sat on a bollard and admired the sea. More specifically, he was admiring the sunrise, and white clouds floating somewhere off into the distance, and flocks of seagulls hovering above the sea surface, and the ships standing on the raids. Every morning he fled here through the narrow streets of a small seaside town. He sat and dreamed.

     - Jules, what are you sitting here? Come and play with us! - His brother called him, - Look, what a beautiful picture the girls made out of stones! - He pointed on the pebbles under his feet, - come to us.

     The dreamer was distracted from his thoughts for a few moments, looked at his brother with a distant look, at the picture made out of the gravel, and returned his gaze to the far horizon.

     - I wonder what is there beyond the horizon? - He asked his invisible interlocutor, and often answered himself: - There are far, beautiful islands! - While his eyes began to light up, - There are blue seas and endless oceans! I will grow up and will definitely go there one day.

     If you, reader, could watch this boy when he sat on the beach in the mornings and evenings, you would notice that his lips moved, his eyes rounded with surprise, then they squinted as if he tried to look more closely at something. In those moments, dreams took Jules far, far away from his small seaside town.

     - He's some kind of strange, your brother, said Caroline.

     Caroline was one of the girls who, together with her sister and parents, came to this small seaside town for the first time to visit relatives. She was ten years old, not more, but the ability to flirt and the manner of holding herself betrayed her noble origin.

     - Jules, what are you sitting here on this piece of iron? - Caroline once approached him while the other kids ran along the beach here and there.

     -This is not a piece of iron, the boy replied seriously.

     - Why? - The girl was surprised.

     - This is a bollard.

     - Well, it's iron! It is made of iron, - the girl persisted, and in the tone of her voice, one could hear indifference.

     Jules did not argue. He turned away to the sea, but it was no longer possible to continue dreaming.

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