Sensei of Shambala. Book II. Anastasia Novykh

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      “Have you damaged your air-bag? Or didn’t master the current?” the ‘sharp-sighted head’ uttered with some acidity.

      “We hope there were no victims,” the ‘wise head’ finished the phrase of his ‘confrere’.

      “Nothing has happened,” Stas answered all the questions at once while Eugene has been artistically whistling. “The air-bag is alright. Everybody is healthy and alive, the same we wish to you…,” Stas looked with a smile at heads of the guys sticking out from the sand with their ‘scattered’ extremities. “We have just found a dolphin on the sea coast.”

      “A dolphin?!” I and Tatyana exclaimed almost together.

      “Yes, a small one,” the guy showed with his hands the size. “About one meter and a half.”

      Our group got excited.

      “Wow!”

      Meanwhile Sensei and Nikolai Andreevich swimming far from us glanced back and Eugene gave them a signal by waving with his hands. The men started to swim back to the sea coast.

      “Was a dolphin alive?” Andrew inquired.

      After completing his duty of a ‘radio beacon’, Eugene immediately joined our conversation.

      “No… a dead one, with a wound in his side. A fresh wound. It bleeds still.”

      “Faugh,” Ruslan said with disgust.

      “Well,” Eugene continued to spread hot news, “it’s a distressful sight.”

      “Who has done it to him?” Slava asked with sympathy.

      “There were some ‘nature-lovers’,” Eugene replied with black humore, “Just look around, there are so many maniacs on the sea coast. They are looking for a victim…” and he added looking at the locked position of the guy dug to the sand, “especially for a helpless one.”

      “Well, well,” Kostya grinned together with us. “You will tell us stories! As they say, ‘don’t let you dupe by the professionals’.”

      Eugene glanced with expert air at the head of Kostya in the general composition of the sculpture and his eyes sparkled with naughty fire.

      “This is a good idea,” the guy uttered and like a real sand master started to add to our comic ‘mutant’ even more funny details. When Sensei and Nikolai Andreevich went out from the water our group was rolling with non-stop laughter, moreover, not only the ‘spectators’ were laughing but also the ‘mutants’. By the way, the last ones roared with laughter more than the others, shaking like awaken volcanoes, that’s why the ‘masterpieces’ started to lose some details. And if to take into account Eugene’s comment about that, you can imagine in which ‘tears-and-dying’ state we were when Sensei and Nikolai Andreevich came up to us. However, they also quickly joined our merry mood and made a few extremely funny jokes concerning that collective creature. Evaluating Eugene’s additions to the sculpture he boasted of, Nikolai Andreevich even ‘diagnosed’ him unambiguously with all typical symptoms of the disease.

      When this uninterrupted laughter was over and ‘victims’ extracted from the sand of the sculpture went to swim, Stas told briefly to Sensei and Nikolai Andreevich about their finding. Our psychoterapist who stood near Sensei listened to the guy first a bit strained but later has relaxed and said, “I have already thought that… You whistled from the coast so loud as if all your crew sank.”

      “Here is our Nightingale-Robber,” Stas pointed out to Eugene with guilty smile.

      “Right,” Andrew backed him while listening to the conversation, “He tested our ears here.”

      Eugene smiled self-satisfied and waved his hand towards Andrew.

      “You, village boys! You have no notion of our robber accoustic art.”

      Everybody laughed again. Sensei just smiled and said, “Well, show us your ‘robber road’.”

      Stas, Eugene, Sensei and Nikolai Andreevich went all together. Going out of the sea Ruslan asked Yura, “Have you ever seen a dolphin?”

      “No.”

      “Me neither. Let’s go and look at him?”

      “Let’s go.”

      They hurried on to come up with Sensei. All the rest of our group followed them dying from the same curiosity. Nikolai Andreevich turned around to us and stopped on seeing such a mass crowd.

      “Hey, guys, and who will stay in the camp?”

      “Whom should we protect it from?” Andrew replied for all. “There is nobody here around anyway…”

      “But for the lonely maniac,” Eugene added with a thrilling ‘cinema’ voice.

      Everybody laughed and Nikolai Andreevich glanced at Sensei with a question in his eyes.

      “It doesn’t matter,” the last one answered at his unspoken question.

      “But the cars?”

      “Well, it’s just pieces of iron. If something happens, we will walk on foot to the city.”

      “You are right,” the doctor replied happily switching to the good mood of Sensei. “All the more walking is very good for the health!”

      In about twenty minutes of walking we have seen the air-bag dragged out to the coast and Volodya with Victor sitting near the motionless body of the animal watering him with sea water, probably out of pity, although it was obvious that it won’t help him.

      The dolphin lay on the sand, his head directed to the sea coast. The coastal sea waves hardly reached the tail part of his body.

      Having come closer we silently gathered round this unusual creature. And the first thing which stroke me was his slit-like dark brown eyes. They were frozen with an air of silent terrible pain and suffering as if it were a man who went through a heart-break. His dark almost black spine moistened by human hands was shining under the sun and giving an illusion of the body full of life. The white belly and nice black and white stripes on the sides stood out in contrast on the ideally smooth skin. The light sectors were seen around the nice snout with slightly prognathous jaw. On one side a bit lower than the head there was a stab wound which was already hardly bleeding. ‘Eternal’ kind smile of the dolphin seemed very unreal in contrast with this terrible death. Looking at this harmless friendly creature the heart sank out of pity and impossibility to help him somehow.

      “Who’s done it to him?” Andrew asked sadly looking at the dolphin.

      “Obviously the fishermen stroke him with a gaff,” Sensei answered inspecting the wound.

      “My God, why?” Tatyana exclaimed with compassion.

      “Sometimes dolphins steal the catch from fishermen and damage their tackle. But dolphin is just an animal. He goes there where there is a catch. And people…” Sensei sighed heavily and his gaze became a bit severe, “kill them for this.”

      Sensei fell silent and at that moment I experienced flows of different feelings. I felt as if there were a lump in the throat, and tears came to my eyes. What a beast (one can’t СКАЧАТЬ