The Sea Is Blue
A man, who never see the beach decided to drive to California. He poked his clothes up and got in his car. It was day-off and he was free. The trip to the state was slight and fast, and soon he was in San Francisco. He took a room in a motel, and having taken two towers from the room, set out in looking for a beach.
It was sunny day, the sky was clear and blue, and he could hear gulls and smell the sea. All around him seemed was saying: “It’ll be very beautiful days-off, gay!” He smiled to each men and woman he met on his way to a beach.
He walked along the street and stopped on the crossroad. The traffic-light showed the red. He looked around and noticed a girl, maybe about twenty-five or older but not more than two-three years. She stood by street-light and waited as he. He greeted her, but she kept silent.
“I’m stranger in this town. Where’s a beach, you know?”
She said the beach was in the West and went away after they had crossed the street.
The man walked in the direction that the girl had gave him, but soon he found himself on the place which didn’t recall a beach.
“Hay, mister!” he called a shabby man who passed by him, “are where a beach?”
“A beach?” the stranger wondered. “Not here!”
“I see,” our man began to irritate. “Where it is?”
The stranger indicated in the direction of the sea.
“You see the blue surface? The beach is there.”
The stranger seemed very glad by saying this and smiling went away.
“What idiot!” murmured our man, and went on towards the blue surface.
He went through some streets and crossroads before he felt he was tired. He set down on a bench and wiped up his face by the tower he had taken from the motel. In this time a man passed by him. Our man, who lost all his hopes, seized hold of stranger’s sleeve.
“Please, help me!”
The stranger looked glum, he glanced around but here were nobody to help.
“Please, please!” went on our man.
“Okay! What the hell is with you?”
Our man explained him his situation. The stranger became to laugh, but having noticed our man’s look finished at once.
“The nearest beach is in-n-n…” in this dramatic moment, when eye our man were full of trees of joy and his heart was about to jump up to his head, the stranger saw a tram, on which he had want to get to his home, and tore his hand from our man’s hands run. Our man stay alone, with his hands stretched out as though he was about to jump in the pool; really a pool was not here around.
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A man, who had never seen the beach, decided to drive to California. He packed his clothes and got in his car. It was his day-off so he was free. The trip to the state was smooth and fast, and soon he was in San Francisco. He took a room in a motel, and having taken two towers from the room, set out in looking for a beach.
It was sunny day, the sky was clear and blue, and he could hear gulls and smell the sea. All around him seemed was saying: “It’ll be very beautiful days-off, gay!” He smiled to each men and woman he met on his way to a beach.
He walked along the street and stopped on the crossroad. The traffic-light showed the red. He looked around and noticed a girl, maybe about twenty-five or older but not more than two-three years. She stood by street-light and waited as he. He greeted her, but she kept silent.
“I’m stranger in this town. Where’s a beach, you know?”
She said the beach was in the West and went away after they had crossed the street.
The man walked in the direction that the girl had gave him, but soon he found himself on the place which didn’t recall a beach.
“Hay, mister!” he called a shabby man who passed by him, “are where a beach?”
“A beach?” the stranger wondered. “Not here!”
“I see,” our man began to irritate. “Where it is?”
The stranger indicated in the direction of the sea.
“You see the blue surface? The beach is there.”
The stranger seemed very glad by saying this and smiling went away.
“What idiot!” murmured our man, and went on towards the blue surface.
He went through some streets and crossroads before he felt he was tired. He set down on a bench and wiped up his face by the tower he had taken from the motel. In this time a man passed by him. Our man, who lost all his hopes, seized hold of stranger’s sleeve.
“Please, help me!”
The stranger looked glum, he glanced around but here were nobody to help.
“Please, please!” went on our man.
“Okay! What the hell is with you?”
Our man explained him his situation. The stranger became to laugh, but having noticed our man’s look finished at once.
“The nearest beach is in-n-n…” in this dramatic moment, when eye our man were full of trees of joy and his heart was about to jump up to his head, the stranger saw a tram, on which he had want to get to his home, and tore his hand from our man’s hands run. Our man stay alone, with his hands stretched out as though he was about to jump in the pool; really a pool was not here around.
It was sunny day, the sky was clear and blue, and he could hear gulls and smell the sea. All around him seemed was saying: “It’ll be very beautiful days-off, gay!” He smiled to each men and woman he met on his way to a beach.
He walked along the street and stopped on the crossroad. The traffic-light showed the red. He looked around and noticed a girl, maybe about twenty-five or older but not more than two-three years. She stood by street-light and waited as he. He greeted her, but she kept silent.
“I’m stranger in this town. Where’s a beach, you know?”
She said the beach was in the West and went away after they had crossed the street.
The man walked in the direction that the girl had gave him, but soon he found himself on the place which didn’t recall a beach.
“Hay, mister!” he called a shabby man who passed by him, “are where a beach?”
“A beach?” the stranger wondered. “Not here!”
“I see,” our man began to irritate. “Where it is?”
The stranger indicated in the direction of the sea.
“You see the blue surface? The beach is there.”
The stranger seemed very glad by saying this and smiling went away.
“What idiot!” murmured our man, and went on towards the blue surface.
He went through some streets and crossroads before he felt he was tired. He set down on a bench and wiped up his face by the tower he had taken from the motel. In this time a man passed by him. Our man, who lost all his hopes, seized hold of stranger’s sleeve.
“Please, help me!”
The stranger looked glum, he glanced around but here were nobody to help.
“Please, please!” went on our man.
“Okay! What the hell is with you?”
Our man explained him his situation. The stranger became to laugh, but having noticed our man’s look finished at once.
“The nearest beach is in-n-n…” in this dramatic moment, when eye our man were full of trees of joy and his heart was about to jump up to his head, the stranger saw a tram, on which he had want to get to his home, and tore his hand from our man’s hands run. Our man stay alone, with his hands stretched out as though he was about to jump in the pool; really a pool was not here around.
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A man, who had never seen the beach, decided to drive to California. He packed his clothes and got in his car. It was his day-off so he was free. The trip to the state was smooth and fast, and soon he was in San Francisco. He took a room in a motel, and having taken two towers from the room, set out in looking for a beach.
It was sunny day, the sky was clear and blue, and he could hear gulls and smell the sea. All around him seemed was saying: “It’ll be very beautiful days-off, gay!” He smiled to each men and woman he met on his way to a beach.
He walked along the street and stopped on the crossroad. The traffic-light showed the red. He looked around and noticed a girl, maybe about twenty-five or older but not more than two-three years. She stood by street-light and waited as he. He greeted her, but she kept silent.
“I’m stranger in this town. Where’s a beach, you know?”
She said the beach was in the West and went away after they had crossed the street.
The man walked in the direction that the girl had gave him, but soon he found himself on the place which didn’t recall a beach.
“Hay, mister!” he called a shabby man who passed by him, “are where a beach?”
“A beach?” the stranger wondered. “Not here!”
“I see,” our man began to irritate. “Where it is?”
The stranger indicated in the direction of the sea.
“You see the blue surface? The beach is there.”
The stranger seemed very glad by saying this and smiling went away.
“What idiot!” murmured our man, and went on towards the blue surface.
He went through some streets and crossroads before he felt he was tired. He set down on a bench and wiped up his face by the tower he had taken from the motel. In this time a man passed by him. Our man, who lost all his hopes, seized hold of stranger’s sleeve.
“Please, help me!”
The stranger looked glum, he glanced around but here were nobody to help.
“Please, please!” went on our man.
“Okay! What the hell is with you?”
Our man explained him his situation. The stranger became to laugh, but having noticed our man’s look finished at once.
“The nearest beach is in-n-n…” in this dramatic moment, when eye our man were full of trees of joy and his heart was about to jump up to his head, the stranger saw a tram, on which he had want to get to his home, and tore his hand from our man’s hands run. Our man stay alone, with his hands stretched out as though he was about to jump in the pool; really a pool was not here around.
It was sunny day, the sky was clear and blue, and he could hear gulls and smell the sea. All around him seemed was saying: “It’ll be very beautiful days-off, gay!” He smiled to each men and woman he met on his way to a beach.
He walked along the street and stopped on the crossroad. The traffic-light showed the red. He looked around and noticed a girl, maybe about twenty-five or older but not more than two-three years. She stood by street-light and waited as he. He greeted her, but she kept silent.
“I’m stranger in this town. Where’s a beach, you know?”
She said the beach was in the West and went away after they had crossed the street.
The man walked in the direction that the girl had gave him, but soon he found himself on the place which didn’t recall a beach.
“Hay, mister!” he called a shabby man who passed by him, “are where a beach?”
“A beach?” the stranger wondered. “Not here!”
“I see,” our man began to irritate. “Where it is?”
The stranger indicated in the direction of the sea.
“You see the blue surface? The beach is there.”
The stranger seemed very glad by saying this and smiling went away.
“What idiot!” murmured our man, and went on towards the blue surface.
He went through some streets and crossroads before he felt he was tired. He set down on a bench and wiped up his face by the tower he had taken from the motel. In this time a man passed by him. Our man, who lost all his hopes, seized hold of stranger’s sleeve.
“Please, help me!”
The stranger looked glum, he glanced around but here were nobody to help.
“Please, please!” went on our man.
“Okay! What the hell is with you?”
Our man explained him his situation. The stranger became to laugh, but having noticed our man’s look finished at once.
“The nearest beach is in-n-n…” in this dramatic moment, when eye our man were full of trees of joy and his heart was about to jump up to his head, the stranger saw a tram, on which he had want to get to his home, and tore his hand from our man’s hands run. Our man stay alone, with his hands stretched out as though he was about to jump in the pool; really a pool was not here around.
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A man, who had never seen the beach, decided to drive to California. He packed his clothes and got in his car. It was his day-off so he was free. The trip to the state was smooth and fast, and soon he was in San Francisco. He took a room in a motel, and having taken two towers from the room, set out in looking for a beach.
It was sunny day, the sky was clear and blue, and he could hear gulls and smell the sea. All around him seemed was saying: “It’ll be very beautiful days-off, gay!” He smiled to each men and woman he met on his way to a beach.
He walked along the street and stopped on the crossroad. The traffic-light showed the red. He looked around and noticed a girl, maybe about twenty-five or older but not more than two-three years. She stood by street-light and waited as he. He greeted her, but she kept silent.
“I’m stranger in this town. Where’s a beach, you know?”
She said the beach was in the West and went away after they had crossed the street.
The man walked in the direction that the girl had gave him, but soon he found himself on the place which didn’t recall a beach.
“Hay, mister!” he called a shabby man who passed by him, “are where a beach?”
“A beach?” the stranger wondered. “Not here!”
“I see,” our man began to irritate. “Where it is?”
The stranger indicated in the direction of the sea.
“You see the blue surface? The beach is there.”
The stranger seemed very glad by saying this and smiling went away.
“What idiot!” murmured our man, and went on towards the blue surface.
He went through some streets and crossroads before he felt he was tired. He set down on a bench and wiped up his face by the tower he had taken from the motel. In this time a man passed by him. Our man, who lost all his hopes, seized hold of stranger’s sleeve.
“Please, help me!”
The stranger looked glum, he glanced around but here were nobody to help.
“Please, please!” went on our man.
“Okay! What the hell is with you?”
Our man explained him his situation. The stranger became to laugh, but having noticed our man’s look finished at once.
“The nearest beach is in-n-n…” in this dramatic moment, when eye our man were full of trees of joy and his heart was about to jump up to his head, the stranger saw a tram, on which he had want to get to his home, and tore his hand from our man’s hands run. Our man stay alone, with his hands stretched out as though he was about to jump in the pool; really a pool was not here around.
It was sunny day, the sky was clear and blue, and he could hear gulls and smell the sea. All around him seemed was saying: “It’ll be very beautiful days-off, gay!” He smiled to each men and woman he met on his way to a beach.
He walked along the street and stopped on the crossroad. The traffic-light showed the red. He looked around and noticed a girl, maybe about twenty-five or older but not more than two-three years. She stood by street-light and waited as he. He greeted her, but she kept silent.
“I’m stranger in this town. Where’s a beach, you know?”
She said the beach was in the West and went away after they had crossed the street.
The man walked in the direction that the girl had gave him, but soon he found himself on the place which didn’t recall a beach.
“Hay, mister!” he called a shabby man who passed by him, “are where a beach?”
“A beach?” the stranger wondered. “Not here!”
“I see,” our man began to irritate. “Where it is?”
The stranger indicated in the direction of the sea.
“You see the blue surface? The beach is there.”
The stranger seemed very glad by saying this and smiling went away.
“What idiot!” murmured our man, and went on towards the blue surface.
He went through some streets and crossroads before he felt he was tired. He set down on a bench and wiped up his face by the tower he had taken from the motel. In this time a man passed by him. Our man, who lost all his hopes, seized hold of stranger’s sleeve.
“Please, help me!”
The stranger looked glum, he glanced around but here were nobody to help.
“Please, please!” went on our man.
“Okay! What the hell is with you?”
Our man explained him his situation. The stranger became to laugh, but having noticed our man’s look finished at once.
“The nearest beach is in-n-n…” in this dramatic moment, when eye our man were full of trees of joy and his heart was about to jump up to his head, the stranger saw a tram, on which he had want to get to his home, and tore his hand from our man’s hands run. Our man stay alone, with his hands stretched out as though he was about to jump in the pool; really a pool was not here around.
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