Raindrops were drawing their transparent lines along the porthole.
Below them there were yellow mountains and valleys - the plane was gaining the altitude
and taking them away from this wonderful land.
They couldn't believe that they were leaving forever.
Then one of them remembered that evening on the cape of Aniva,
when he was standing on the coast, facing the red sunset and watching the gay play of the waves.
The recollection was very quick and sudden, but he knew it was his last meeting with this strange
and amazing land and cried loudly: "G o o d b y e!"
From the film "Oval of Sakhalin"