How could I see it, if all the attention I was focused on the uncertainty, which was in front and below, I myself cannot understand and accurately describe this new state. There was a feeling that awakened in me a few new senses of whose existence I had not guessed. However this richness of perception and awakening intuition left me. At some point a sharp brow hidden which we have not noticed under water, struck the bottom. I felt a hit of the stone with my foot through the bottom of the rubber. And directly below me a cut appeared in the bottom of the boat. The boat started to fill with ice water. We headed to the bank; other ships sped on along the river. Our helmsman gave them a sign meaning that nothing unusual had happened. It was amazing and strange to feel the ground fixed under our feet after a few hours getting used to the wild water flow. After the hole was glued, we were again at the elements, which did not involve finding a man in it, and we continued movement in the stream. Trying to describe this movement is difficult, as the life on the water is too unlike conditions familiar to us. If the rest in the mad water ever happens to you, then you will understand what I mean. An hour later the caravan ran out of the stream. The water was not so bad near the bank. The sand rustled under the sides of our boats. We were on the beach. We had to overnight in a spruce forest. The tale continued. Resin resembling amber was dripping along the trunks of fir trees. The scent of resin added to the smell of the river. The quiet whisper of the underfoot moss added to the distant noise of water. Perhaps this holiday on the river would have been incomplete without it. I broke off a piece of hardened gum of the ivory color and put it on my tooth. Probably, the conifer resin would have the same taste with dinosaurs. Our swimming at a furious stream, too, would be incomplete without this flavor. And a fire under a starry sky on the banks of the wild river, too, was needed. A new life began the next morning, when all of us were riding in a boat turned into one body, and all boats became something of a family. Then people and a flow became incompatible but cooperating entities. Once people cut down the wood on the banks of the river, and then they floated rafts on the river. During my travels I was always trying to understand how this could be done to make the raft to pass these boulders flying into our foreheads through the river doubles which wanted to overturn us all the time. It is amazing how great is the difference between feelings of those who work on the river and the persons who enjoy it.
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