The evening was so cool that the air temperature of thirty-seven degrees Celsius did not feel Ruts. His father was sitting on the bank beside him, looking nonchalantly into the distance. Ships passed by, and it made me feel sad that someone was going home andsomeone had a home.
Kolya did not want to play on the seashore and collect shells at all, all this he rejected inside himself.
– What happened to us?"
– We had an accident and fell off a 584-meter cliff.
– How do you know the exact number?" The exact number of heights? – asked the ten-year-old son, who greatly surprised his father with his question.
– I know.
– How do you know that?"
– I know.
– I'm cold and I want to go home." And what will happen to us?
"And there they are.