Extract # 1. The golden globe of the Sun, burning and blinding, was quickly climbing up the turquoise sky which was infinitely high, transparent, tender and partly hazy by fleecy clouds as if it was trimmed with a snow-white lace. The Sun shine was filling up a hilly water surface of the ocean with joyful brilliance. Blue frame of the far horizon was constraining its endless expanse. It was solemnly and stilly. Just mighty, light blue waves were sparkling by their silver tops. Catching up each other, they were flowing with that smooth and soft grumbling which was exactly whispering that in these tropical waters the eternal old man, called Ocean, always has a good mood.