Slava Kurilov. One in the ocean (№ 439288)

Small coral islands beckoned with bays and a snow-white crown of breakers. Palm trees crowded near the water and waved their green branches invitingly from a distance. A few of them, especially the fearless ones, came out onto a tiny island, tangled with leaves and swayed together in the pressure of the wind. Large waves bowed their heads-crests to their very foot. An hour or two later, we again began to withdraw into the ocean, and the shore remained in my memory like a dream, like a mirage.