On the beach, near the ferry, stood a small wooden board house. In the room ferryman Cyril slept and a boy of 10 Vasya (Kirill’s assistant). Early in the spring, Vasya’s mother brought Kirill to her house. Vasya worked only for bread. Early in the morning they knocked on the house and asked for a ferry. Cyril sent the boy.
There were two bridges. One of them seemed like a robber to a boy, because his lips were not closed, his old empty mouth was black, and a yellow fang was looking out from under a patchy gray mustache. ” The bird was transported. When they reached the shore, the boy sighed with relief and chased the heavy ferry back. The working day began: Kirill drove the ferry, and the boy repaired the boat. In the evening, Kirill went somewhere, and Vasya said to stay at home.
A furious wind rose, the river angrily rustled, and from the other shore it was heard: “Pa-ro-mo-u! ..”. The boy was scared to ferry in this weather. But he was afraid that Uncle Cyril would beat him and cry, and with trembling hands he began to untie the rope. “Vasya was working with oars with all his might, but he realized that he was uselessly struggling in this darkness. The boat was nailed to the shore, and the boy was fifty feet from his The boy was swimming on the ferry, two carts and two men were waiting on the other side:
“Silent night + lightning more and more disperse the darkness, and it was clear how the sparrows began to fly.” The boy saw the hands grabbing the edge of the ferry. He was very frightened and lost consciousness. When he woke up, the ferry did not It was taken to the house, these were the people whom Vasya was carrying in the morning, and not robbers, sellers by the bird.