Aesthetically beautiful film. Whales – how they dance and move – watch one high. I recommend it. : You won't. :)👍
And they went on the most dangerous journey of their lives. Shore Mom. Two huge turtles pressed their shells and became like a giant ball, protected from all sides by armor and flying in the ocean like the sun in the sky. There's a legend. There were ancient reptiles long ago. They were round, strong and fearless. It didn't like the Fire Turtle burning in the sky. She got angry and split the giants in half. Since then, turtles have been swimming around the ocean for years in search of their halves. - I'm glad you found me. I had to fight the other half. The ocean is always full of light. At night, it is filled with the radiance of the Moon Turtle and its sister stars. But the land becomes blacker than the deepest depression. And then the sky fell on her unbearable weight. In the water, the sea turtle moves quickly and easily. But on the ground, its shell becomes as heavy as a mountain that has grown into the ground. Each movement was given to Tina with great difficulty. For an hour she crawled forward, overcoming herself and knocking flippers against the stones. She needed to get to the tide line so the water wouldn't flood the nest. Finally, the sand became dry and loose. Tina breathed and looked around. Lights were burning in the darkness. They weren't fireflies. These were the eyes of turtle-egg hunters. Tina dug the first hole. I froze over her for a few minutes, and then began to throw sand. Then I dug up another one. Then the third. They were false nests, so that those who waited for her to leave would not find the only real nest. Tina leaned over him and lowered five small round eggs with a still soft shell. Then she hugged them with big paws and said, Cherry, Teach, Chudy, Choyce, Tarty. I wish I could stay with you and protect you. But I have to go. I have to go. Otherwise I'll give you up. Stay together. It's all about us! Hurry to the light. And turn to troubles with a shell, as the Moon Turtle does. She'll show you the way. Tears poured from Tina's eyes. She was afraid the children would feel her fear. And she quickly added, "I'm not crying." This dust caught my eye. Tina raked up the sand and began to fall asleep. Tears prevented her, but she made twelve more false pits. She was completely exhausted, but continued to dig, crawling further and further away from the only nest. Finally, the feet of the Fire Turtle appeared on the horizon. The rays of the rising sun climbed up, scratching the sky. The clouds slowly turned pink. Tina rushed away. I thought the world was hidden in an egg. He's so wet and dirty. It's not the whole world. That's his border. They splashed and slid in the water, enjoying the weightlessness of the shells. The whole ocean lay in front of them. Natalia Nemtsov's Secrets of the Ocean. Fairy tales for why аз
They swam and their hearts pounded together as if it were one big whale. And between the sounds of his heart fit the vast ocean. Far went hunting songs of killer whales, cheerful trilling dolphins, grunting stingrays, grunting sardines and splashing waves. They heard everything. How great the world is between heartbeats. It's so easy to get lost and so hard to find your home. But when you love and love, your family becomes your home. The ocean is empty, If in it you hear only your heart, when it does not sound the song for which you breathe. There'll be three of us soon. We're going north. And wherever we are, in every drop of the ocean, I will love to the last sip of the sky. Gibbo shackled fear. Then joy rolled over him, and his heart beat so often that he wanted to jump out of the water, hit his tail, so that everyone knew that he had a son! But instead, he gently picked up the baby and swam up. It was strange to him that such rough fins touched him so easily. He raised his son above the ocean. Our son breathed in the sky! Now the sky will be inside him. And the stars and the sun and the songs of the wind. Natalia Nemtsov's Secrets of the Ocean. Fairy tales for why аз
Mother sounds the same in all languages. And he called me. A bigot must have a name. The dolphins fed and raised you. But you're a whale. And soon it will be exactly a year since you live in a lagoon. Look into your heart. That's why it's so big. It will fit everyone you love. That's where you'll find your song. - No, the kitten disagreed. - I need to look in my mouth! I've been hiding a song there for a long time. She was always with me. I had never sung it before because I was afraid to splash it. I thought she'd be swept away by the current, that Sheela would swallow her with the fish, or the waves would be thrown ashore. And now I know why I've been saving her for so long. No one in the ocean can hug like a whale. You'll always be my big brother. Natalia Nemtsov's Secrets of the Ocean. Fairy tales for why аз
Among the fin came the bones of the whale: huge jaws, ribs and massive vertebrae weighing 15-16 kilograms each. Zhang-Bao took one of the wreckage in his hand. Potto came to him hastily and asked not to touch the bones in the sand. Not knowing what the matter was, the Chinese threw a rib to the side. Oroch hastily picked it up and carefully put it in its former place, diligently giving it the position in which it was previously.
Arseniev V.K., In the Sikhote-Alin Mountains, 1937
Letica, with his mouth wide open, looked at Gray’s classes with such astonishment, with which, surely, Jonah looked [Jonah, the biblical prophet, according to legend, who visited the belly of a whale and came out of it unharmed] on the mouth of his furnished whale.
Alexander Green, Scarlet Sails, 1916
The young mind was always full of doubts. You teach in the Law of God that the whale swallowed the prophet Jonah, while the natural history teacher Kambala tells you that the whale has such a small throat that it can only swallow small fish. I'm here for Father Nicholas. I'm telling.
Gilyarovskiy V. A., My Wanderings, 1928
Just as the earth is based on three whales, on three calves, as the earth does not move from place to place, so the beloved cattle would not move from place; do not give her, Lord, no foot kick, no tail swing, no horny botanya.
A. A. Blok, Poetry of Conspiracies and Spells, 1906
Maman, who had seen more than a dozen generations of schoolgirls in her lifetime, could not stand: with a barely noticeable smile of contempt, she noticed that such a lazy woman as Renne, she had not met until now. The father, kind and hearty, never angry at anything, shook his head disapprovingly when Renne announced to the examiners that Noah was the son of Moses and spent three days and three nights in the belly of a whale. Father Dmitry, a foreign priest with an academic mark, laughed mockingly at his beard.
Charskaya L. A., Notes of the Institute, 1901
White yals with slenderly flapping oars, heavy armadillos, spitzes of German pickaxes, streets cut by canals of docks, where among the buildings, like whales, unknown as caught in the middle of the city, there are huge sea hromadas with thick masts, stone houses, boulevards, barracks, shine and luxury of the corner of the capital ...
Korolenko V.G., At-Davan, 1892
