"In the evenings, when Vasily Nikolayevich was free from work, the three of us would take some free fishing boat from the shore and moved to the other side of the Dnieper, where we would spend the most wonderful evenings. That evening, only one old boat appeared on the shore, possibly abandoned, and, as always, Seryozha was rowing, I was steering, we sailed to the opposite shore. The evening was wonderful - warm, quiet, beautiful. It made us feel at ease. We bathed, swam, laid on the sand and went back. The Dnieper is a deep and wide river. That evening there was a complete silence, not a single boat on the river. Slightly tired, happy and satisfied with everything in the world, we sailed in silence. And suddenly we noticed that more and more water was coming from the bottom of the boat. Vasily Nikolayevich started steering, and I began to scoop up the water with some kind of rusty vessel lying in the stern. But the water, in spite of my efforts, kept coming and coming. At first we laughed, frightening each other with the fact that we were drowning, I shouted with laughter: "Help!" But every minute the water in the boat was increasing. We took off our shoes and got a bit quieter. I do not know who was the first to realize the imminent danger, but it became clear that things could end badly. Although I grew up on the Volga and knew how to swim, I could not stay on the water for a long time. And Vasily Nikolayevich grew up in the Nezhinsky "swamp" (this was the name of the Oster river in Nizhyn) and could not swim at all. And then Seryozha took the reins. First of all, he shouted: "Don't panic!" Then, quickly orienting himself in the situation, he loudly and imperiously commanded: "Listen to me. Everything will be all right ... I will be responsible for Uncle Vasily and safely deliver him to the shore, provided that I am not grabbed by the neck, arms or legs. As for you, Margarita, you'll have an opportunity, when you get very tired, to hold on to my hand a little. In any case, we will swim nearby, and I will also help you get to the shore. The most important thing is being calm, do nothing without my signal. Now, continue to scoop up water, and you, Vasily, navigate the boat right across the middle of the river to the bank." So, we sailed on with a sinking heart, waiting for Seryozha's signal to jump into the water. I hopelessly continued to shout, but now seriously, with all my throat: "Help!" And suddenly, as if by magic, a man appeared from around the bend - a buoy keeper, lighting fires on the river. He quickly swam up to us on a boat and we got over to him and, as soon as we sailed five or six meters from our boat, we saw how it went into the water, forming a funnel. "