...With the time passing a little sardines grew more confident, and it became impossible nor to enter the water, nor to get out to the shore without tresspassing through a massive silver wall breaking before one's nose in two, stricktly to the sides, being divided by a vertical line with an unvisible comb. "Boys go to the left, girls go to the right" rule?
An absolutely fascinating show is to hang over a flock, watching it changing direction. A sun sparks in scales of every fish for a moment, jumping from one to another. Following it with a glance is hard as catching a lighting by turning a head.