Way to the sea

In one poor small village the boy was born on light. It spent the days senselessly, mechanically and monotonously, as well as other inhabitants of this dying away small village, without having representation what to do with own life. And in one fine night the sea has dreamt it. Any of inhabitants of village never saw the seas, therefore nobody could confirm that somewhere in the world there is such boundless water.

And when the young man has declared that is going to go for searches of the sea from the dream, all twisted a finger at a temple and named it . But it, despite of everything, has started on a journey and long wandered, it has not appeared yet on a road fork. Here he has chosen that road which conducted directly, and in some days has reached the settlement which inhabitants conducted the quiet, provided life. When the young man has informed them that wanders, dreaming to find the sea, they have started to convince him that it in vain wastes time and it will be better to remain to it in this village and to live as happily, as well as all.

Some years the young man were well off. But once at night the sea has again dreamt it, and he has recollected the not come true dream. The young man has decided to leave settlement and again to go to a way. Having said goodbye to everything, it has returned on a fork and this time has gone in other direction. There was it long, has not reached yet a city. Has admired its hubbub and diversity and has decided to remain there. Studied, worked, had fun and in due course has absolutely forgotten about the purpose of the travel.

However in some years it has again dreamt about the sea and has thought that if will not execute dream of the youth for nothing will spend a life. Therefore it has again returned on a fork and has chosen the third road which has resulted it in wood. On a small clearing the man has seen an izba, and near it not so too young, but the fine woman who hanged out the washed linen. She has suggested it to remain with it as her husband has left on war and has not returned. The man has agreed.

It is a lot of years they have lived happily, have grown up children, but once our hero who has already grown old, has again visited a dream about the sea. And it has left everything with what many years have been connected, has returned on a fork and has started on a journey last, hitherto a track unknown to it, very abrupt and stony. It went hardly and began to be afraid that soon absolutely will become exhausted.

It having appeared at bottom of the big mountain, the old man has decided to rise on it in hope at least from afar to see the sea from the dreams. In some hours on an outcome of forces it has reached mountain top. Before it vast open spaces were stretched: the old man has seen a road fork and village in which inhabitants conducted a safe life, both a city, and an izba of the woman from which has spent many happy years. And in the distance, on horizon, has seen the blue, boundless sea.

And, before its exhausted heart has stopped, the touched old man weepingly has noticed regrets still that all roads on which he went, conducted to the sea, but only it has not passed any of them up to the end.