Donny’s Two Stories
It is a collection of two small stories written in two different topics. First about how boy found a bottle on the beach, which was an old message. The second, about a boy who wanted to understand the truth…
Donny’s Two Stories
Sentara Rosy & Truth
© Totraz Mamaev, 2015
Редактор Maria Shilova
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero.ru
I am very curious and versatile person. Well, to an adult are far from me. Despite my incomplete twelve, I still believe in magic…
That day was unbearably hot. Beach sand grew more and more heated, and sit on it just in shorts was very uncomfortable. The sun was hidden behind the sea horizon, but the heat still remained. Only a gentle Mediterranean breeze weakly blew from the sea.
Vacationers disappeared; on the shore were few, and they were just about to leave. Only I decided to leave when he heard glass knock. «I wonder where he is?».
When I approached the water, I saw a small bottle. It floundered about in the surf between the stones. Taking the bottle, I noticed that inside something there; something like a small note. Since the bottle was sealed with a stopper, the water does not permeated inside, and thus the paper remained dry.
«Perhaps I’ll take this with myself» – I muttered to myself.
At home, I decided any way to remove the paper from the inside. Smash the bottle failed, oddly enough. Then I thought that it is better to try to remove the tube.
When I snuck into the kitchen for a corkscrew, my father noticed me.
– Something wanted? – He asked.
I wanted him to not know about the bottle.
– A neighbor asked for a corkscrew to open the wine, – I answered with lies.
– Well, take it, if need Gary.
I took from the cabinet corkscrew and went on to the lawn. The bottle stood and waited for me about doghouse Harold – our dog. The dog sensed something and barked at the bottle. Fortunately, Harold was on a leash.
– Tom, go to dinner! – came from the house of my mother’s voice. She always called me that when I have been a long time in the yard.
– I’m still not hungry, shall come back later!
– As you know.
Tightening the spiral of the corkscrew into the cork, with the force I began to twist on yourself. As a result, the tube is easily removed.
– What is it? – The father asked. He was standing behind me.
I jumped in surprise and whirled.
– This I found on the shore.
– Cheating is not good, son.
– But it’s true, the bottle from the beach.
– I about the neighbor. Okay, good luck, – he said, and then went home.
On the ground lay a wooden twig. I took it, slipped it into the bottle and tried to get a piece of paper. After some time, old yellowed paper was in my hands. Unfolding it, I began to read.
«…Our ship „Sentara Rosy“ crashed on steep cliffs near the coast of Piraeus. Killed over a hundred people and four captains. Only Saurus Bagamota survived…»
In some places are worn, so you read the full text I couldn’t.
«…1879, Turkish cruise liner…»
I read, and my heart began increasingly to knock. Finally, I saw another one, the last entry at the bottom of the paper:
«…very fearfully. I’m sure the reason for the shipwreck…»
There was nothing more. Everything was written so truthfully that doubt’s whether the note is to be someone’s joke, fell off immediately.
I took the message home and carefully stashed in one of the books. Was late evening. I went to dinner.
I went to the beachfront. The night was deep: a huge moon hung in the sky and resembled my favorite cheese – Kayseri. Yes, I do not knew, that at night the sea is so cold. I walked along the shore to the East, and watched the sea. I soon reached a small empty pier, where I found a wooden boat. Nearby stood the house in which were the lights. I quickly walked along the berth to the boat and sat in it.