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Vladimir Yelin Mermaid in Love Chapter 7. The Third Meeting Her words had hit him like a wave— “She wants a child? With me? No way!” All night his thoughts were torn and brave: “The line is thin—what should I say?” He saw again that merman rise, His sudden leap from ocean floor. “Who was he? Sharp, with hunter’s eyes… He chased the dolphins, ruled the shore.” And then he thought: “Were we observed? A boat passed by—some fishing crew? They looked for spots where fish might stir, But maybe saw us… Maybe knew?” The sky outside was turning red, A flame across the morning’s dome. He dreamed of summer days long fled, And Black Sea tides that sighed like home. But then he woke with sudden start, A pulse that said: “You’re needed now.” He leapt—six sharp bells marked the part— And headed down the coastal brow. He scanned the waves, the wind had grown— A southern front was roaring through. To him it felt like myth and home— A place where lightning shaped the blue. He sensed inside a subtle shift— That last encounter left a spark. His thoughts took flight, began to drift— And nature’s voice now struck his heart. He saw the sea not just as sea— It breathed and whispered, swelled and spoke. A mind, alive with mystery, A force beneath the tide’s soft cloak. And then it stirred—a cosmic sign— The storm rolled in with thunder’s tread. The waves grew loud, the light declined, The ocean’s mood had turned to dread. He waited there, though noon was high, And watched the tide roll dark and wide. “She may not come,” he breathed a sigh— “The storm has pulled her back to tide.” No sign of her. The hours passed. He sat, then stood, then walked away. And as he climbed the dunes at last, The world grew gray. His heart gave way.
Vladimir Yelin Mermaid in Love Chapter 7. The Third Meeting Her words had hit him like a wave— “She wants a child? With me? No way!” All night his thoughts were torn and brave: “The line is thin—what should I say?” He saw again that merman rise, His sudden leap from ocean floor. “Who was he? Sharp, with hunter’s eyes… He chased the dolphins, ruled the shore.” And then he thought: “Were we observed? A boat passed by—some fishing crew? They looked for spots where fish might stir, But maybe saw us… Maybe knew?” The sky outside was turning red, A flame across the morning’s dome. He dreamed of summer days long fled, And Black Sea tides that sighed like home. But then he woke with sudden start, A pulse that said: “You’re needed now.” He leapt—six sharp bells marked the part— And headed down the coastal brow. He scanned the waves, the wind had grown— A southern front was roaring through. To him it felt like myth and home— A place where lightning shaped the blue. He sensed inside a subtle shift— That last encounter left a spark. His thoughts took flight, began to drift— And nature’s voice now struck his heart. He saw the sea not just as sea— It breathed and whispered, swelled and spoke. A mind, alive with mystery, A force beneath the tide’s soft cloak. And then it stirred—a cosmic sign— The storm rolled in with thunder’s tread. The waves grew loud, the light declined, The ocean’s mood had turned to dread. He waited there, though noon was high, And watched the tide roll dark and wide. “She may not come,” he breathed a sigh— “The storm has pulled her back to tide.” No sign of her. The hours passed. He sat, then stood, then walked away. And as he climbed the dunes at last, The world grew gray. His heart gave way.