Olga Sherstobitova. Tears of the sea (№ 271693)

The night was dark, almost impenetrable. In the distance I heard the thunder, and blazed side zippers. The sea foamed, crashing against the coastal rocks. I was looking at the rage of the elements, and he wished that soon will no longer be able to enjoy them. Nothing was spared and didn't cry, but the sea... already missed. Strange feeling. Wrong.