Виталий Северов "Летний Берег" SEVEROV_VITALY_SUMMER_SHORE | Page 8

From the west, where the water is free of ice, a wall of darkness comes, as if the night was already
coming. Tortured white lines rush out. Instantly this darkness encloses everything - me, the
whole coast underneath, heavy snow and the dense branches above.
A wet sound - the sound of spring.