The Boat for Tow

By Farit Samayev

During a hurricane, a young couple finds themselves in the middle of the sea. Their boat is carried away into the sky, but then they land safely on the dry bottom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Farit Samayev
• Release date: Nov 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005996345

Farit Samayev

I live in Kazakhstan in the city of Almaty. An artist by education. I want to devote the second half of my life to literature.

Book preview

Boredom breeds laziness. Laziness breeds inaction. Inaction creates an unsightly, squalid life like mine. I need to do something, thought Ivan sitting on the bottom of the boat. I have to swim somewhere. He looked askance at the restless wife who was now busy in the stern. He got up and walked over to the oars. A state of despondency, mixed with hopelessness, did not give him peace of mind. Ivan settled down on the bank, firmly grabbed the oars and began frantically to row the viscous, sun-warmed air. The oars creaked dejectedly with dry wood, and the bent oarlocks whistled with rusty iron in time. The weakness that Ivan felt a few minutes ago quickly scattered throughout his body and burned out in the furnace of working muscles. The oars saved not only from excruciating boredom and inaction, but also from the outbreak of dangerous pessimism.

Ivan rowed, trying to use not only muscles, but also microscopic neurons of the brain. The owner of the whole organism, the restless brain, immediately joined physical work, to the beat of the rapidly moving deltas, biceps, triceps and other parts of the strong body, which exuded copious salty sweat if the brain itself was sweating or not at this time, it was not known. Hands pulled the oars with force, wound invisible streams of ultraviolet light on the blades, as if trying to overtake the stopped time.

- Stop fooling around! - The wife barked, interrupting her husband's race with the shadow. - It would be better to go and look for something for the fire in the kerosene stove, not enough to swear by. There is nothing to cook on….

- Wait a little, I will swim to the green island, pick ripe fruits, pick up brushwood and bring fresh spring water. - Ivan joked.

She threw a broom at the bottom and walked over to him, akimbo, stood opposite.

- Are you kidding me? Are you all fooling around like a little child? We