Our ship was anchored by the shore of Africa. The day was beautiful, a fresh wind blew from the sea; But in the evening the weather has changed: it became stuffy and precisely from the foiled stove rushed onto us hot air from the Sahara desert.
Before sunset, the captain went to the deck, shouted: "Swim!" "And in one minute, the sailors jumped into the water, the sail was lowered into the water, tied him and the swimming pools were arranged in the sail.
On the ship with us there were two boys. The boys were the first to jump into the water, but they were closely in the sail, and they decided to swim alternating in the open sea.
Both, as lizards, stretched out in the water and that it was forces floated to the place where there was a barrel over anchor.
One boy first overtake the comrade, but then began to lag behind.
The father of the boy, the old artillery, stood on the deck and admired her son. When the son began to lag behind, his father shouted him:
- Do not give out! Topboard!
Suddenly, someone shouted from the deck: "Shark!" - And we all saw the back of the sea monster in the water.
Shark sailed straight to boys.
- Back! Back! Return! Shark! - shouted artillery. But the guys did not hear him, sailed on, laughed and shouted even more fun and louder than the previous one.
Artilleryman, pale as a canvas, without moving, looked at the children.
The sailors lowered the boat, rushed into it and, bending themselves, suffered that there were strength to boys; But they were far from them when the shark was no longer than twenty steps.
The boys first did not hear what they were shouting, and did not see the sharks; But then one of them looked around, and we all heard a shrill screech, and the boys swam in different directions.
This screech seemed to wake up an artilleryman. He broke out and ran to the gun. He turned the trunk, arrived towards the gun, aiming and took the wick.
We are all how many of us on the ship, froze from fear and waited for what will happen.
Shot came, and we saw that the artillery fell beside the gun and closed his face with his hands. What happened to the shark and with the boys, we did not see, because for a minute smoke stacked our eyes.
But when the smoke went over the water, he heard the quiet Ropot on all sides, then this ropot became stronger, and, finally, there was a loud, joyful cry from all sides.
Old artillery opened his face, rose and looked at the sea.
The waves crushed the yellow groove of the dead shark. A few minutes later the boat swam to the boys and brought them to the ship.
Our ship was anchored by the shore of Africa. The day was beautiful, a fresh wind blew from the sea; But in the evening the weather has changed: it became stuffy and precisely from the foiled stove rushed onto us hot air from the Sahara desert.
Before sunset, the captain went to the deck, shouted: "Batting!" "And in one minute, the sailors jumped into the water, the sail was lowered into the water, tied him and the swimming pools were arranged in the sail.
On the ship with us there were two boys. The boys were the first to jump into the water, but they were closely in the sail, and they decided to swim alternating in the open sea.
Both, as lizards, stretched out in the water and that it was forces floated to the place where there was a barrel over anchor.
One boy first overtake the comrade, but then began to lag behind.
The father of the boy, the old artillery, stood on the deck and admired her son. When the son began to lag behind, his father shouted him:
Do not give out! Topboard!
Suddenly, someone shouted from the deck: "Shark!" - And we all saw the back of the sea monster in the water.
Shark sailed straight to boys.
- Back! Back! Return! Shark! - shouted artillery. But the guys did not hear him, sailed on, laughed and shouted even more fun and louder than the previous one.
Artilleryman, pale as a canvas, without moving, looked at the children.
The sailors lowered the boat, rushed into it and, bending themselves, suffered that there were strength to boys; But they were far from them when the shark was no longer than twenty steps. 
The boys first did not hear what they were shouting, and did not see the sharks; But then one of them looked around, and we all heard a shrill screech, and the boys swam in different directions.
This screech seemed to wake up an artilleryman. He broke out and ran to the gun. He turned the trunk, arrived towards the gun, aiming and took the wick.
We are all how many of us on the ship, froze from fear and waited for what will happen.
Shot came, and we saw that the artillery fell beside the gun and closed his face with his hands. What happened to the shark and with the boys, we did not see, because for a minute smoke stacked our eyes.
But when the smoke went over the water, he heard the quiet Ropot on all sides, then this ropot became stronger, and, finally, there was a loud, joyful cry from all sides.
Old artillery opened his face, rose and looked at the sea.
The waves crushed the yellow groove of the dead shark. A few minutes later the boat swam to the boys and brought them to the ship.
Story Tolstoy L. illustration.
Our ship was anchored by the shore of Africa. The day was beautiful, a fresh wind blew from the sea; But in the evening the weather has changed: it became stuffy and precisely from the foiled stove rushed onto us hot air from the Sahara desert. Before sunset, the captain went to the deck, shouted: "Swim!" "And in one minute, the sailors jumped into the water, the sail was lowered into the water, tied him and the swimming pools were arranged in the sail.
On the ship with us there were two boys. The boys were the first to jump into the water, but they were closely in the sail, they attended to float on the open sea.
Both, as lizards, stretched out in the water and that it was forces floated to the place where there was a barrel over anchor.
One boy first overtake the comrade, but then began to lag behind. The father of the boy, the old artillery, stood on the deck and admired her son. When the son began to lag behind, his father shouted him: "Do not give out! Populate! "
Suddenly, someone shouted from the deck: "Shark!" - And we all saw the back of the sea monster in the water.
Shark sailed straight to boys.
- Back! back! Return! shark! - shouted artillery. But the guys did not hear him, sailed on, laughed and shouted even more fun and louder than the previous one.
Artilleryman, pale as a canvas, without moving, looked at the children.
The sailors lowered the boat, rushed into it and, bending the oars, suffered that there were strength to boys; But they were still far from them when the shark was no longer further than 20 steps.
The boys first did not hear what they were shouting, and did not see the sharks; But then one of them looked around, and we all heard a shrill screech, and the boys swam in different directions.
This screech seemed to wake up an artilleryman. He broke out and ran to the gun. He turned the trunk, arrived towards the gun, aiming and took the wick.
We are all how many of us on the ship, froze from fear and waited for what will happen.
Shot came, and we saw that the artillery fell beside the gun and closed his face with his hands. What happened to the shark and with the boys, we did not see, because for a minute smoke stacked our eyes.
But when the smoke went over the water, he heard the quiet Ropot on all sides, then this ropot became stronger, and, finally, there was a loud, joyful cry from all sides.
Old artillery opened his face, rose and looked at the sea.
The waves crushed the yellow groove of the dead shark. A few minutes later the boat swam to the boys and brought them to the ship.
Our ship was anchored by the shore of Africa. The day was beautiful, a fresh wind blew from the sea; But in the evening the weather has changed: it became stuffy and precisely from the foiled stove rushed onto us hot air from the Sahara desert.
Before sunset, the captain went to the deck, shouted: "Swim!" "And in one minute, the sailors jumped into the water, the sail was lowered into the water, tied him and the swimming pools were arranged in the sail.
On the ship with us there were two boys. The boys were the first to jump into the water, but they were closely in the sail, and they decided to swim alternating in the open sea.
Both, as lizards, stretched out in the water and that it was forces floated to the place where there was a barrel over anchor.
One boy first overtake the comrade, but then began to lag behind.
The father of the boy, the old artillery, stood on the deck and admired her son. When the son began to lag behind, his father shouted him:
Do not give out! Topboard!
Suddenly, someone shouted from the deck: "Shark!" - And we all saw the back of the sea monster in the water.
Shark sailed straight to boys.
- Back! Back! Return! Shark! - shouted artillery. But the guys did not hear him, sailed on, laughed and shouted even more fun and louder than the previous one.
Artilleryman, pale as a canvas, without moving, looked at the children.
The sailors lowered the boat, rushed into it and, bending themselves, suffered that there were strength to boys; But they were far from them when the shark was no longer than twenty steps.
The boys first did not hear what they were shouting, and did not see the sharks; But then one of them looked around, and we all heard a shrill screech, and the boys swam in different directions.
This screech seemed to wake up an artilleryman. He broke out and ran to the gun. He turned the trunk, arrived towards the gun, aiming and took the wick.
We are all how many of us on the ship, froze from fear and waited for what will happen.
Shot came, and we saw that the artillery fell beside the gun and closed his face with his hands. What happened to the shark and with the boys, we did not see, because for a minute smoke stacked our eyes.
But when the smoke went over the water, he heard the quiet Ropot on all sides, then this ropot became stronger, and, finally, there was a loud, joyful cry from all sides.
Old artillery opened his face, rose and looked at the sea.
The waves crushed the yellow groove of the dead shark. A few minutes later the boat swam to the boys and brought them to the ship.
Our ship was anchored by the shore of Africa. The day was beautiful, a fresh wind blew from the sea; But in the evening the weather has changed: it became stuffy and precisely from the foiled stove rushed onto us hot air from the Sahara desert.
Before sunset, the captain went to the deck, shouted: "Batting!" "And in one minute, the sailors jumped into the water, the sail was lowered into the water, tied him and the swimming pools were arranged in the sail.
On the ship with us there were two boys. The boys were the first to jump into the water, but they were closely in the sail, and they decided to swim alternating in the open sea.
Both, as lizards, stretched out in the water and that it was forces floated to the place where there was a barrel over anchor.
One boy first overtake the comrade, but then began to lag behind.
The father of the boy, the old artillery, stood on the deck and admired her son. When the son began to lag behind, his father shouted him:
Do not give out! Topboard!
Suddenly, someone shouted from the deck: "Shark!" - And we all saw the back of the sea monster in the water.
Shark sailed straight to boys.
Back! Back! Return! Shark! - shouted artillery. But the guys did not hear him, sailed on, laughed and shouted even more fun and louder than the previous one.
Artilleryman, pale as a canvas, without moving, looked at the children.
The sailors lowered the boat, rushed into it and, bending themselves, suffered that there were strength to boys; But they were far from them when the shark was no longer than twenty steps.
The boys first did not hear what they were shouting, and did not see the sharks; But then one of them looked around, and we all heard a shrill screech, and the boys swam in different directions.
This screech seemed to wake up an artilleryman. He broke out and ran to the gun. He turned the trunk, arrived towards the gun, aiming and took the wick.
We are all how many of us on the ship, froze from fear and waited for what will happen.
Shot came, and we saw that the artillery fell beside the gun and closed his face with his hands. What happened to the shark and with the boys, we did not see, because for a minute smoke stacked our eyes.
But when the smoke went over the water, he heard the quiet Ropot on all sides, then this ropot became stronger, and, finally, there was a loud, joyful cry from all sides.
Old artillery opened his face, rose and looked at the sea.
The waves crushed the yellow groove of the dead shark. A few minutes later the boat swam to the boys and brought them to the ship.
Illustrations: Vseskazki.
