The Black Sea becomes empty,  less and less  living creatures in it and this can be seen even during the life of one generation. In the time of my childhood we splashed in the sweet surf among young fish, crabs and shells driven by waves, but now just stumble шn jellyfish.

         During  the season   my neighbor  plunged in the sea  and caught  anchovy with a cellophane pocket or  a line net,  so called ” avoska ( string bag)”. Another one smoked the fish in the shed. On the whole, fish was always   under the domestic sight. Even   me one early morning fished out jack - mackerel   weighing 400g and the whole day I was awfully proud of it. My mother wanted to boast with a sprightly daughter, she fried the fish and took it to the office.  Nowadays I met with fish just at the market where its faded beauty with not a low price does not make someone’s heart glad.
 
         When a pleasure boat-craft made circular races in the Sukhum bay as rule dolphins splashed around it competing in speed. Often they escorted the regular - route boat-craft from the centre of Sukhum to Sinop and back and sometimes it seemed  they learned the schedule of  boat-crafts by heart.   Today dolphins are such a rarity, that most of Sukhum   children have never seen them and enjoyed dolphins’ strong jumps above the water.

         Last years dolphins rather oftener can be met along our bay. Their dead carcasses are thrown out by a surf. If it happens during winter they rot long, seagulls and cormorants little by littlepeck meat sometimes up to skeleton. If they are thrown out in spring, unbearable smell of rotten staff   within a week makes people  go far round of these places. Last season there were four carcasses, which at last were taken away as people prepared the seaside for a holiday season.
 
         Biologists were thinking strongly trying to learn   mystery of dolphins’ premature death because often there was no sign of mechanical wounds on their bodies. Now it is considered that one of the reasons is the engulfment of cellophane pocket by a dolphin. Yes, of the ordinary pocket used everywhere and thoughtless thrown away far and wide. A dolphin’s stomach is not able to digest it. Our rivers, especially those which flow in the urban and rural areas fetch down all garbage straight into the sea. Strong rains and storms wash off all we   carelessly throw during walks and picnics. We always pollute our sea   and then complain.   Look at this young beautiful dolphin thrown out yesterday. It is a teenager yet, he is  a little bit  more than one meter. His skin is so sparkling smooth, a high streamlining of the whole body and head - the nature created a perfect organism adapted for active life in deep waters.    Someone threw ill-fated pocket not to the bin, but just on the land, sand and water. And now at my foot lies a dead teenager with a tale.
                                                

                                                                                                                            Nadezhda Venedictova