The sea and the young artist
Hello everyone, dear steemians! I hope that you are doing well. And that you are enjoying your life.
He settled down on the beach, took off his T-shirt, sat on the sand, put a board in front of him, attached a sheet of white Whatman paper to it and began to draw.
And the sea watched the vacationers and was glad that they all splashed happily in its gentle embrace. They jumped, dived, played ball, no one wanted to lie on the hot sand..
And only one boy sat and sat, looked into the distance, but did not want to go into the sea. The sea was upset, how could it be, some boy was sitting on the sand and didn't want to swim... The day was drawing to a close, the sun was slowly setting and was about to disappear behind the horizon, and the boy still hadn't swum in the sea.
The sea decided to get upset and slowly built up a wave. The water was creeping up on Pietro, but he was so carried away by his work that he simply didn't notice the sea game. And the wave was getting closer and closer, people began to hurriedly get ready to go home. The beach was gradually emptying and only Pietro continued to paint his picture.
"Oh, you naughty boy, you don't even pay any attention to my indignation? Well, take that!"
And the sea rolled over Pietro in a wave, his sandals became wet, a sheet of paper came off and floated into the sea. Poor Pietro grabbed his shirt, pencils and ran from the beach. Tears came to his eyes, he cried, because he worked all day on his drawing, and the sea washed it away and Pietro had nothing left.
The sea was very happy that it finally drew the boy's attention to itself. And then he saw the leaf that had fallen into the depths of the sea. And there, the sea saw itself, so beautiful that it could not even imagine! And the sea felt ashamed that it had driven a wave onto the young artist.
The next day, the sea was waiting for the boy, but he did not come. Many people were swimming and sunbathing on the beach, but the sea was looking out for only one person - Pietro, but he was not there. And now the day is changing to evening, and Pietro is still not there.
And suddenly the sea became agitated, happy, because Pietro appeared, he was carrying a small easel, sat down further from the sea, took out pencils and began to paint a new picture!
The sea danced with joy! The sea has realized that all people love it: some come to swim, some to sunbathe, some to play ball or build sand castles, and there are artists who come to paint it because they love the sea so much!!!
Good day to all. Thanks