Виталий Северов "Летний Берег" SEVEROV_VITALY_SUMMER_SHORE | Page 126

My early childhood was spent living with my grandparents on the shores of the White Sea.
My grandpa was the tugboat captain.
I used to spend my days looking out his bedroom window at the sea and the shore.
I remember walking on the beach with my family and asking them where I would end up if I kept walking
along the shore for a long time. But they didn’t know and said nothing.
My grandpa.
Minutes before death. I’m the last who saw him alive. He looked at me, tucked his head, feverishly, and
only rasped.
Quiet and cold green lights of sunrise over the White Sea illuminated his bedroom bringing
the smell of salt and fresh air.
Always dark. Hiding there huddled to the icy window, close to the radiator. Looking into the
darkness, the shore on the skyline.