Кто боится смотреть на море

Marii͡a Golovanivskai͡a - pisatelʹ, perevodchik, zhurnalist. Avtor knig "Protivorechie po suti", "Moskovskiĭ roman", "Dvadt͡satʹ pisem Gospodu Bogu", "Pangei͡a" (short-list premiĭ "NOS" i "Sdelano v Rossii").<br>"Kto boitsi͡a smotretʹ na more" - odin iz samykh besposhchadnykh tekstov, khoti͡a, kazalosʹ by, pered nami kamernai͡a, pechalʹnai͡a istorii͡a neudavsheĭsi͡a li͡ubvi. No na samom dele - ėto istorii͡a torzhestvui͡ushcheĭ, udavsheĭsi͡a NELI͡UBVI. Geroini͡a romana priezzhaet na staromodnyĭ evropeĭskiĭ kurort za pokoem i schastʹem. Vsi͡u zhiznʹ ona voevala s samoĭ zhiznʹi͡u. Zhila po pravilam, bez prikras, govorila pravdu v glaza, a okazalasʹ v mire bezmi͡atezhnosti, starykh deneg i krasoty. Ona rushit ėtot mir vokrug sebi͡a, potomu chto inache ne umeet, ne poluchaetsi͡a. Ona pobedila i ona razbita… <br> <br>"Okean lezhal nepodvizhno, bezdykhanno, izredka tolʹko melkai͡a morshchinka nabegala i tai͡ala u peska. On prilezhno otrazhal oblachko, ostrov Santa-Klara, i͡akhty za buĭkami. I vdrug izognulsi͡a, kak rybina, sverknul glazom, vydokhnul i zhakhnul lapoĭ po beregu, podni͡av oblako bryzg…<br>Nebo v otvet pochernelo, rvanul veter, proshel po ėstakade, kinulsi͡a v kamennui͡u grudʹ naberezhnoĭ, pomchalsi͡a po ulit͡sam. A okean bil eshche i eshche, on dyshal, khripel, rychal… Potom, povertev volnami, perevernulsi͡a na drugoĭ bok, zasopel i stal steklom, zerkalom, da takim bezuprechnym, chto v otrazhenii mozhno bylo razgli͡adetʹ kazhdoe peryshko chaĭki, chernui͡u businu glaza i radostno vyskakivai͡ushchiĭ iz raskrytogo kli͡uva i͡azychok.<br>Maĭi͡a obomlela. Eĭ pokazalosʹ, chto veter pripodni͡al ee i posle berezhno, kak dragot͡sennoe diti͡a, postavil na mesto".

Maria Golovanivsky – writer, translator, journalist. The author of the books "Contradiction in essence", "Moscow romance", "Twenty letters to God", "Pangea" (shortlisted for the awards "the NOSE" and "Made in Russia").
"Who's afraid of the sea" is one of the most ruthless of the texts, though, it would seem to us intimate, sad story of failed love. But it really is a story of triumphant, successful DISLIKE. The heroine of the novel comes to old-fashioned European resort for peace and happiness. All her life she fought against life itself. Lived by the rules, without embellishment, telling the truth in his eyes, and found himself in a world of serenity, of old money and beauty. It destroys the world around them, because otherwise they can't do it. She won and she's devastated...

The ocean lay still, breathlessly, occasionally only small wrinkle was startled and melted the sand. He was diligently reflected the cloud, the island of Santa Clara, a boat for buoys. And suddenly bent like a fish, flashed his eyes, exhaled and banged a paw on the beach, raising a cloud of spray...
The sky in response, blackened, jerked the wind, went on the overpass, rushed into the stone breast of the embankment, rushed through the streets. And the ocean gets more and more, he breathed, wheezed, growled... Then, turning waves, rolled over on his other side, snorted and became a glass mirror, but so flawless that in the reflection you could see every feather of the Seagull, black bead eyes and joyfully leaping out of the open beak tongue.
Maya was stunned. It seemed that the wind lifted it and after carefully, like a precious child, put in place".