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Море волнуется раз
At the beach, my mother usually reads, dreams, or listens to music. I also read, dream, and listen to music. The only difference is that I do this really quickly and my mom is slow. If the ocean lays beside you, there’s no time to sit on the sand.
While my mom is still pushing the umbrella into the ground, my feet are already in the water-go into the water until the see-through water touches my knees. There are rocks, jellyfish, some kind of weird bubbles, and my fingers in the clear water. I wiggle my fingers and pretend to talk to them: “Hello, fingers! How are you?” Near me there always someone blowing up a mattress or eating a hot empanada with cheese or just standing there, there hands beside them like sticks taking a sunray bath.
My mom says that she likes this beach because it’s quiet, not crowded and people aren’t sitting on top of each other. Yeah, sitting on top of each other is not pleasant. Yes, and my head wouldn’t be able to handle it if, for example, the round man over there was on top of me. And to be honest I don’t really like silents. But actually my mom is just dramatic, its not that quiet at our beach. Especially because a bunch of girls just moved into a hotel near us. Where do all these girls come from? My mom was also very curious, so she asked a tall lady with a whistle, that took the girls to the beach. The lady was not just any type of lady she was a coach, and the girls are gymnasts. While my fingers were playing in the water they were stretching-they stretched their back as if they were made of rubber. After they were let off to go swimming. They don’t know how to swim quietly. They were screaming. The coach used the whistle to keep the beach as usually quiet.
When the girls are swimming the water turns crazy, even if in the begging the water was still. The water worries. Yes, and how would you not worry, it’s deep, and it had sharks and jellyfish. It brings the girls back to the shore with only one wave, so that they take a break, but the girls still end up running back into the water.
Then the coach blows her whistle three times. This means that swimming time is over. The girls take a long time on the beach jumping on one foot- they are trying to get the water out of their ears, they dry themselves in colorful towels and start to play a game. One of the girls becomes the boss.
-The ocean worries- once! The ocean worries- twice! The ocean worries- three times! Freeze in a sea shape!
Everyone freezes, and I guess who froze into a fish, who into a seashell, and who into a seastar.
After the girls leave because their whole life is based on a schedule. They have to practice to reach their nose to their feet. Its called-big fitness. But the ocean is still worrisome-will the girls come tomorrow or not. It’s used to them. The ocean has a worrisome life. And I’m worried, to be honest.
While my mom is still pushing the umbrella into the ground, my feet are already in the water-go into the water until the see-through water touches my knees. There are rocks, jellyfish, some kind of weird bubbles, and my fingers in the clear water. I wiggle my fingers and pretend to talk to them: “Hello, fingers! How are you?” Near me there always someone blowing up a mattress or eating a hot empanada with cheese or just standing there, there hands beside them like sticks taking a sunray bath.
My mom says that she likes this beach because it’s quiet, not crowded and people aren’t sitting on top of each other. Yeah, sitting on top of each other is not pleasant. Yes, and my head wouldn’t be able to handle it if, for example, the round man over there was on top of me. And to be honest I don’t really like silents. But actually my mom is just dramatic, its not that quiet at our beach. Especially because a bunch of girls just moved into a hotel near us. Where do all these girls come from? My mom was also very curious, so she asked a tall lady with a whistle, that took the girls to the beach. The lady was not just any type of lady she was a coach, and the girls are gymnasts. While my fingers were playing in the water they were stretching-they stretched their back as if they were made of rubber. After they were let off to go swimming. They don’t know how to swim quietly. They were screaming. The coach used the whistle to keep the beach as usually quiet.
When the girls are swimming the water turns crazy, even if in the begging the water was still. The water worries. Yes, and how would you not worry, it’s deep, and it had sharks and jellyfish. It brings the girls back to the shore with only one wave, so that they take a break, but the girls still end up running back into the water.
Then the coach blows her whistle three times. This means that swimming time is over. The girls take a long time on the beach jumping on one foot- they are trying to get the water out of their ears, they dry themselves in colorful towels and start to play a game. One of the girls becomes the boss.
-The ocean worries- once! The ocean worries- twice! The ocean worries- three times! Freeze in a sea shape!
Everyone freezes, and I guess who froze into a fish, who into a seashell, and who into a seastar.
After the girls leave because their whole life is based on a schedule. They have to practice to reach their nose to their feet. Its called-big fitness. But the ocean is still worrisome-will the girls come tomorrow or not. It’s used to them. The ocean has a worrisome life. And I’m worried, to be honest.
