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The eagle went round above the mountain river flowing downwards for the last time, then it spread its wings widely and flew towards the open sky.

All remained in the past; the house of Tuqay, mother, Shahla, the fish, the mountain river carrying the fish downwards. However the dear friend of the eagle, the dog was far away. But there was the sea in front. The shores of that sea were rocky places. Once the eagle was met by the bullet of a hunter and was wounded here. In order to escape, it had hidden itself behind these grey rocky places. At that time Tuqay had seen the eagle and sleeked its head kindly, then brought it home and had fed it. The oil put by his mother soon had healed the wings of the bird. But after being recovered, the eagle didn’t leave the yard. The eagle was warmed in its heart, it was accustomed to this hearth, to this home.

Now disappearance of Tuqay all of a sudden had also shaken it, Ayqut, like all. The sorrowful faces of both mother and Shahla were before the eyes of the eagle. No, it couldn’t bear anymore. Three of the “friends” had gone to search for

Tuqay; without doubt, they would learn something about Tuqay. They did how they wanted; they decided to go in the direction that Tuqay had gone. The

“friends” could understand each other without any word. … Tuqay had gone to the sea. But the sea was endless, it had no bounds.

The eagle could feel the smell of the sea from far. Its heart began to beat fast. See, there, at the seashore there were rocky places and just behind those rocks once it was shot at. If the eagle saw its enemy now it would rush towards him and would take vengeance on him; the eagle would either pull out the eyes of its enemy or would tear him into pieces after scratching.

There was nobody in the rocky places. Usually if Ayqut felt a breathing nearby, there was a strange trembling inside of it. As if during those moments

“waves” were passing through its heart. The strangest thing was that each had its own “wave”; the “waves” of the dog, the fish, mother and Shahla. In the stream of these “waves” Tuqay has his own “wave” too. If now Tuqay was at the seashore, around these rocky places, the “waves” inside of it would obviously be felt, would warn it beforehand.

But the “waves” were as if sleeping. The waves of the sea were striking the rock at the seashore.

The eagle perched on the top of one of the rocks.

The sea was singing its eternal song. The cockleshells were listening to the song of the sea.