The sky was dark with no path and no star. The murmur of the coconut groves - and beyond that the noise of the sea made the storks sleep on a pine tree. Somewhere the single voice of a seagull was heard as long as a cry. Ruben stood up. He pulled Sylvie to his side. "Sylvie_." She brushed her hand away and pushed away. She did not look back. "What the ?" She replied. "Do you want Dasan?" '' She has no answer for that either. He went to her. Holding hands. She murmured something. But did not attempt to free the hand.
Is this so! Ruben knelt on the floor, smiling indifferently in his mind. He pulled her down too. In the distance - in the distance Dasan Ruby's voice was heard faintly. He kissed her ear so that the voice would not fall on her ear. The wind was blowing through the broken thatched roof today. It howled in the window sills. The dim flame of the kerosene lamp without the chimney was trembling at the sound of that terrible voice. Sylvie's grandmother was sitting in the corner of the aisle laying eggs.
She was trembling even though she was wrapping herself in rags. She seemed to be staring at something in the horrible sea roar that sounds like the world has set out to swallow. Not so long ago, on a similar day, a similar wave swallowed her pussy. In the darkness of this morning - in the blood-curdling cold - in the rain, how could his son push the Silver Sword into the sea beyond the tidal waves? If the building crashes into him ... Mother, Mother! She was moaning silently. Sylvie returned from the oven. She placed a glass of hot coffee on the floor in front of the old woman.
She opened the front door. The rain wind blew and hit her in the face and pushed her away. She is shivering with the sick cold. A while ago When she left the house, the words her father said in her ear! Maybe Dad knew everything? Hey, what a place I gave up! The inexplicable fear of race crawled through her spine and landed like a thunderbolt in her abdomen. She just wanted to get back home. But the legs did not move.
Trembling soaked in the rain, wind and cold seemed soothing. The sea galloped directly in front of her. It threw the barges as the fishermen tried to push them into the sea. Again when they turned the tree straight into the sea and threw it into the water, another barrel threw it at them.
