“Scream was flying over the lake, like a fat crow could fly, recently devoured in a city dump .. Heavily, lazily flapping his wings, leading from side to side with a thick yellow beak. Sergei didn't hear the scream. He was lying in the boat, staring at the sky. The boat sailed slowly - a strait flowed into the lake nearby, creating a weak, but current. Sergey's hand, suspended in the water over the side of the boat, investigated curious fry. Here, not far from the shore, they gathered a whole flock . They pecked at the skin, trying to pinch the palm of . Sergei did not pay attention to the boys . He looked up at the sky, and in his ears sounded a long-forgotten song, something like "Bring me to the blue sea."