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The wind has subsided. It is possible that we shall have to spend the night in the open sea. It is about thirty versts to the shore. The two-mast ship is lazily rolling from side to side. The white sails are hanging helplessly.
A white fog envelops our boat. Neither the stars, nor the sky, nor the sea, nor the night are visible. We strike no light.