A. Belyaev - Classics fantasy – 12

Vanyushka waited when the wave broke against the rock, and rushed down. It was risky too. The following wave if he did not manage to fall rather deeply, could hurt him against the rock. Volkov attentively looked, standing at an entrance to a cave, on waves. Vanyushki is not visible. It, obviously, plunged into depth.

– However look at the sky! – Volkov uslykhat Makar Ivanovich’s voice. Volkov raised eyes up the direction specified by Konobeev’s hand.

Among the shaggy worrying lead clouds the ominous dark stain was formed. A spot everything increased – and suddenly from its center the funnel which, rotating with the terrifying speed, began to go down below and below as a trunk of a terrible animal seemed. At the same time on the surface of the ocean under a black cloud someone invisible mixed waves in one bubbling weight. This weight, rotating about all the accelerating speed, it began to be made buldge out, turning into the funnel turned by the pointed end up, and rising towards to the funnel which was going down from the sky.

– Tornado! – Volkov told. He already had to see tornadoes – constant satellites of a typhoon. But this time the show was extremely interesting.

Both funnels – going down from a black cloud and rising from the surface of the ocean – connected, having formed the huge water column extending below and above. This column moved on the surface of the ocean with a speed of thirty five kilometers per hour. Having looked at the top end of a water column, Volkov saw that in that place where this column joined clouds, it as if passed into very long water pipe which was sharply allocated in the lighter color on a black background of a cloud. This pipe continuously coiled as a huge snake. Sometimes “snake” curled in knot, and on this place Volkov saw a black circle with even more black point in the middle. This water pipe was one and a half times longer than the tornado and vanished somewhere away in clouds. It was terrible to look at the terrible rotating water snake. Here the tornado turned pale, the pipe became torn at the top end, and at the same time the tornado at the lower end tore. The lower funnel was leveled with the surface of the ocean, and top, turning, rose to clouds and disappeared in a black cloud… In a few minutes the phenomenon repeated – again the huge column moved on the surface of the vzbalamuchenny ocean. And once again the tornado tore, and its lower funnel, gradually falling, rushed off towards the coast and there broke. It was visible how this funnel flew on the coast and fell to a high slope. The whole Niagara waters suddenly began to rage on coast slopes, falling to the ocean.

– However to the enemy you will not wish to be in the ocean at this time – Konobeev told. – And it was necessary.

In twenty minutes tornadoes disappeared. The sky was cleared. Far in the east one column which bent and slowly as if hardly, moving the North still was seen. Here and he turned pale, became torn below and disappeared.

Quickly carried away clouds on the North. The sun looked out soon. And by a lunch the sky was already cloudless, wind ceased, only the ocean continued to throw on the coast a wave behind a wave.

Vanyushka did not return to a lunch. There passed hour after an hour, its everything was not. Volkov, Guzik and Konobeev began to worry. Konobeev decided to move off in searches though it was not easier to find Vanyushka at an ocean floor, than a needle in hay.

– However, maybe, broke it a wave about the rock! – Konobeev spoke. – I will look! – And Konobeev fell in a diving suit from the same place from which jumped in Vanyushk’s water. Rummaged around all bottom around the rock, but Vanyushki did not find.

And by the evening, at a sunset, Vanyushka was brought on a self-made stretcher by workers of trade. They found it in ten kilometers from a cave.

When Vanyushka finally recovered, told the friends what happened to him.

– Not any person manages to drive on a back of a typhoon and to survive – it so began the story about the extraordinary adventure. – I jumped off in depth safely and went. Did not light a lamp – it would help me with water, muddy from sand and silt, a little. Reached a hollow which is meters in forty from the coast, you know? There it was absolutely silent. Water almost did not move. The storm slid over my head. I quietly went on a bottom. “Now it is possible to light a lamp” – I thought. Pressed the button. And, how you think what I saw? Take foot, fishes! Multitudes! Them was here so many that I positively had to force the way through them as though I got to a seldyany barrel. You understand? They jammed here into a hollow for fear that the storm will cast them ashore. The clever creature, though does not speak! Here both herring, and cod, and humpback salmon, and ivas different zhestkopery, both big, and small. And even U-2014\do not chase one after another \not before: stomachs save.

And, how many there seaweed in this hollow – a great lot! Directly the copper of fish soup with cabbage turned out. And seaweed do not move, quietly. Unless fish big will set only what alga, then brown tapes slightly will stir and again will stand. There are I, go, small fishes before me barrels sparkle silver, blue, copper, red, I go and I rejoice. As it well leaves: there, over the dining room, the end of the world, and at me here peace and harmony, and I dry go! Warmly to me and it is dry. Here, I think, I will sit out here until fishes upward get, then, so it will be clear that to a storm the end.

I passed several steps and began to notice that as though from where a breeze incurred. Very quietly began seaweed to turn in one party, and at small fishes some concern is noticed. All of them turned towards to a breeze and began to move is disturbing as if are whispered. From where, I think, a water breeze pulled? Perhaps, I got to such stream? Returned back meters on five – nothing similar. That is I want to tell, as here a breeze. Means, it is not a stream, and that for some reason all water in a hollow started moving as though who began to stir with a big spoon. And the farther, the it is more. And all in one party. Stretch strings of a tape of seaweed, small fishes with fins as the ship screw during a storm, and everything carries them, and me together with them work. Tried to go against the stream. Where here!

Really, I think, and here it is necessary to rest in bed? Not otherwise. I did not manage to lay down as suddenly the strong current raised me from the earth and pulled somewhere aside. I hands, legs for the earth, for seaweed – help nothing. Carries me together with all fish people in the unknown direction, turns around, exactly on a roundabout.

Here, has to admit to you, I became puzzled a bit, the lamp forgot to extinguish, though I was not helped by it with such incident. In eyes zaryabit; fishes, seaweed were weaved into one cover.

Well I also drove here!. As a tea leaf in a glass of tea when a spoon quickly sugar is stirred, and I flew. It is good what did not take the breath away because oxygen at me own. And heart faded, I will not begin to hide.

And suddenly I feel what me not only twists, but also lifts, just as on a corkscrew up. What for a parable such?. And suddenly for one moment I see daylight. Also I see that my head leaned out of a water column which over the sea rose and spins, and I spin together with it. I saw the coast and mountains with the wood, and the broken fishing boat dived in a column water ashore and again. And me so twirled that I legs and hands picked up closer to a body, any minute will tear off. Near me some fish spins, huge, here though embrace her. Once more I looked out on light of a column water, and it in half became torn, and the lower part in which I was, on the coast rushes. Downloaded, twirled me so that I fainted. And recovered – I cannot move; strongly banged and to pant – there is no oxygen…