Better say that it’s the sea making that noise.
“If we leave them here, they’ll both die. If we take them with us, the man will die on the way. He won’t survive a week.”
“Save!” begged Marie, nodding, and once again began to uncover her beloved under the rags, so that everyone would understand what she meant.
The man was truly unwell, Artiom noticed again.
But he felt absolutely no pity.
“… And our gasoline will run out more quickly, because the boat will be heavier,” Galia finished.
“Where did they come from?” asked Artiom.
“I couldn’t understand,” said Galia. “But reaching Norwegian waters is still further than going back. And the weather’s getting worse.”
“Interesting,” thought Artiom. “Are there any other such crazy people anywhere else in the world who are sitting in the middl
