Movements are getting slower, each swing is harder to do. However, the strangeness appeared - the water became brackish. Poperva thought - it seemed not. God bless her, with water, where is the shore? Suddenly my legs touched the surface, immediately hope appeared. A few more strokes, and was able to get up, lean. I wandered to the shore, and my legs barely obey, waves beat in the back. At the shore stumbled, fell. Half of the body is on the shore, and the legs are in the water. There is no strength to crawl out, but the main thing is to escape! And in the soul, instead of joy, fatigue, apathy...