We went to the South.

Stormy. The wind was so strong that the birches bowed to the ground. In

At the yacht club, boats huddled towards each other, whistling ropes on the cables. Sometimes. The ropes were strutted so that they began to bellow on metal masts, as if Strike iron in villages in a fire. To sail in this weather, those who wish It was not found, and Lesha and I were engaged in a small repair – there is always something in the yacht. finish it. It was his birthday tomorrow, and we were planning for tonight. to the islands in the South River, across the sea. There were two people waiting for us at Husky House. My friends also wanted to ride a boat. I have to wait for my wife, and the end of the storm. But the wind overcame the clouds, the sky was covered, and the rain was finely watered. An hour later, when his wife, Masha, had already arrived, the girlfriends sent a text message: “And you, too.” Are you sure we need to ride? The rain does not stop...”

When going out to sea, drizzle Almost passed, Lesha began to master science. And we set our sights on a fog, on the horizon, on the other side of the sea. Mary lay down in the cabin and didzed off from a measured sway. It was still raining, But the wind descended to moderate and bounced the yacht forward. Water from the sky Gradually climbed under a waterproof jacket and bologna pants. To the middle of the sea The wind died and we had to help the engine. After a couple of hours spent under In the low gray sky, we entered the South. The rain began to pour with renewed force, and when yacht moored at the pier of Husky House, girlfriend, covered with knotty And the hoods began to lament:

- Sasha! Why didn't you talk us out of it?

The answer was Leshin. Strong hand. The girls did not even want to sit on the wet deck, sailed. standing. Having made an honorary tour around the island opposite the base of Laguna South, we They returned the wet ladies to the pier and headed to this island. overnight. Lesha in damp pants is very chilled. Mary, when I found out we were sleeping in In a tent in the rain, she said:

Nah! I'm not staying. Let's go back.

Where is she going? From the island.

The yacht sat on the sand, Not reaching five meters to the shore, so I had to unload barefoot on the water. First of all, we quickly – it pours from above! – put up a tent, and Lesha became a sculptor. Put things inside. The dry house was ready. The rain is not terrible now.

I chose a place under with a little bit of water, and he became make a fire. I only had a lighter at my disposal. Dry wood with We're the lazy victims of civilization. They were rejected as unsportsmanlike. I picked up the wet firewood, I pulled the birch bark, and Five minutes later, the fire started. And fifteen years later the kettle boiled, Lesha. I took Masha out of the boat and we started celebrating. It was the shortest. night after year, it didn't get dark until after midnight, and Leshin's birthday It's official. The rain finally stopped and we fell apart. On sun loungers, like hippos in a puddle, dried by the fire.

“Here,” says Masha, “Alexey drove me into a stressful situation.” Now relax. I didn’t even say that I was going to sleep, I thought so, a little. Let's go. He says it's gonna be a surprise! No sleeping bags, no blankets, nothing. Got it.

I let out A blanket was placed on the boat, and a sleeping bag was laid down. Yacht softness, and overnight in the tent for three was ready.

Morning chirping The forest birds were beautiful. They were squirming, squirming, and even Somehow, unknown birds ducked away, creating unique chords of awakening. Aboriginal people on the island. It still rained at night and the wood was damp again. But barbecue We still fryed from supermarket cod, washed down with the remains of yesterday. red. There was no white. Like the Spaniards who eat fish with red wine He suffered from French gastronomic prejudices.

By noon, the green island was abandoned. The way back through the sea again passed under the gray clouds, under full sails and in a great mood.

I want to finish. The phrase that a neighbor's motorboat always leaves the dock:

- Be nice!