However, the owner could be consoled in that all has descended rather safely.
After all, the schooner remained is whole, tackles are not selected, and it has not been involved in any troubles. To such turn
has put the owner has been obliged that tradition which is piously observed by fishermen of all seaside small towns, like
Koidzu. The frontier guards of the neighbouring countries who have detained the Japanese poachers in the waters, can
interrogate some the captain, the chief lova - sendo and a command - all together and everyone, - trying to find out, why they
conducted lov in another's waters. Arrested persons, than it threatened them, will defend amicably and gloomy two positions:
first, they have come into another's waters on ignorance; secondly, they have made these are, of the own free will, without
permission and, is final, contrary to will of the owner.
However the fact remains. The schooner yielded losses, and for a command it was a life question. Sjukiti Kubosava hardly
made ends meet recently. However, it had some savings, besides it could from time till time earn additionally ashore - on
repair of cheap domestic receivers which the majority of its fellow countrymen used and which did not differ high quality. On
but did not differ quality and those clothes which the family of Kubosava, especially clothes of girls used.
It seemed, it burnt on them. Rice has strongly risen in price, the prices and for other products were raised. Savings thawed,
and no collateral earnings could suffice on a life any more. Kubosava even has forgotten about those times when it was
possible to sit thoroughly with friends in any unagija (unagija - restaurant where dishes from eels move) in the evening.
"Anything, - his wife consoled. - the season soon again will begin, and to you will necessarily carry. If only to hold on before
the first flight, and there you receive advance... Recollect only as it was bad during war!" Well, it is right. There is nothing
more awfully, anything nepopravimee war. In memory of Kubosava memoirs on terrible events of 1945 when it, the
insignificant corporal, half-dead for hunger and fear, sat are still fresh, having writhed, over the portable radio set and listened
to a deafening roar zenitok and to an ominous rumble of the American bombers of "Bi-29" going to Tokyo.
Zenitki till now black scarecrows stick out from grassed kaponirov at mountain top under which Koidzu is located.
It is good that all it behind. And still... Poor small Atsu! To it it is heavy, it refuses to herself in all and tries to hide it. And girls...
They did not see for a long time from the father of gifts. Very much, very nasty...
Kubosava has rejected the newspaper and has risen. It is not necessary to indulge in gloomy thoughts on the eve of New
year. In new year everything, undoubtedly, will be in another way.
Happiness in the house, lines from the house! Today last day old year, day of oblivion of all endured hardship. It has slapped
in ладоши:Ну that? Whether it is fast at you it will be ready? Whether it is time to be supported? Old KiE has turned back
and wished to answer, but during this moment the door has swung open, and on a threshold there was a massive figure of
the owner, mister Narikava.
Allow to enter? - Low, a hoarse voice it has hooted.
Kubosava was stupefied. Before it the yellow bloated person with the narrow swelled up a little eyes and a grey-haired brush
of moustaches over a smiling mouth shook.