In moments like that, it is good when someone around you is calm. Someone who does not begin to argue but listens to all your groaning and watches all your writhing, then gently says, “Alright, then, let’s go fishing.” White Sea stories start out scary.
It was like that this time too. It came and then it went. They spent an hour telling each other some home truths. But then they calmed down and took a look around. Then they looked at each other with amazement. Then suddenly felt ashamed. This time Grisha – to his own surprise – was the wisest and most composed. He had not slept for two days and did not feel like sleeping. After everyone had calmed down, he took a look around at the homely beauty of the place and then at the nearby lake. “Are we going fishing or not? What else did we come
