Every rock has a story to tell… Andre
Оnce upon a time there lived a stone on a seashore. Of course, there were a lot of stones, but there was something unusual about this particular one. Perhaps, it was the sad expression of his face…which a human eye wasn’t able to see.
He was lonely, gloomy and grey. He wasn’t very big and might have looked rather nice if it were not for his prickly shape. And people, stumbling over him often hurled their curses at him and wished he would have never lain there.
Yet, he kept staying where he was, unable to move, though he wished to – with all his heart.
At times he thought: if only I had wings I would fly away not to hear and see these cruel people again. At such moments a little tear would roll down his hard cheek. He would have already died of grief and loneliness if he could have (you know, he was a stone, and as every stone was doomed to live for ever). He would have died if it were not for the nights, when the twinkling stars cast their light on him and tender waves caressed him with their dainty touches, and there was noone around.
At those times he would go deep in his dreams, and feel happy. However, every sunrise reminded him of the coming gloom.
At nights he looked at the sky and the sea, merging with each other and dreamt of becoming part of this unity…
That night was especially beautiful. A human being was never to see such a night. The stars were shedding unusual reddish light as if all of them had become hotter and closer to the Earth all at once. They were shining so brightly and there were so many of them above him, he couldn’t see a dark patch of sky free of them.
However, that was only above him. From time to time he could distinguish the sounds of thunder and to the right, at a distance, his eyes could catch glimpses of lightning traversing the black night sky. The sea was more perturbed than usual, and waves coming one after another, covered him more and more persistently as if calling to join them.
He couldn’t remember a night as stunning.
He was admiring the beauty surrounding him, yet deep down he felt anxiety, as if something was about to happen.
He was deep in his thoughts, pondering over his life, when the flow of his reflections was interrupted by an odd sound. He looked up and saw a dolphin. The dolphin seemed to be looking at him. The stone looked around…Noone had ever talked to him before. He thought his hearing was failing him, but the dolphin kept looking at him, addressing him: I came here because of you. And I am your friend. Do not be afraid of me. I know you, I know your dreams. I’ve been listening to them at the moments when you, thinking that noone was around, appealed to the stars.
I think, I can make you happy. There is a far-away place. It’s peaceful and deserted, not a single man has ever stepped on that land. I am going there. I am as lonely as you are. And the human world also caused me a lot of trouble I need a friend. And I would love you to come and join me.
– But I can’t move! – cried out the stone bitterly, and the tears fell into the sea and mingled with its salt.
– I will put you on my back and together we will reach it.
They were on the way to their dream place and every day diminished the distance. They were happy together. They both felt cared for, for the first time in their life. But as the days were going past, the stone started noticing that his friend was getting weaker. Yet, their destination was still distance away. So, a day arrived when the stone said to his friend: ‘I see how difficult it is for you to move with such a burden as I am. I am certain that at least one of us must reach our dream island If you throw me into the waters you will get there alone, if you don’t – you will die, exhausted, and I will never reach our island either. I am destined to live and hopefully to die in the waters of the sea.’
The dolphin tried to protest, but the stone continued:
‘You must have heard me appealing to God to let me go into the sea. So, leave me here now. I must be sure you reach our dream land.’
It was painful for both of them to part, they became so close during this long journey, as people can’t be…
A long time has passed since that story.
We don’t know what had happened to the stone. But once, there appeared a dolphin close to the Maerd Harbour. He looked as if he was looking for something valuable, which was once lost. The inhabitants of that Harbour (it became populated only a few years ago) saw him nearly every day year after year.
One day he disappeared.. They say, he had been trapped by the poachers, sailing in that area.