NIGHT CAME TOO SOON
Part 3 Those were happy days for the little boat. It was now admired
by women and children who liked to stroke it and patted by the
men who were proud of their work.One day, at the end of August, the little blonde girl came with
her father, looking pensive.
Her father asked her to name the boat, and,
without hesitation, she said:"ESTONIA".Her tall father 's eyes grew moist and his voice cracked
when he answered:''You couldn't have chosen a better name, child."
He stooped and gave her a small brush."You can paint the name on the boat but make sure
it's in very small letters...over here.""But father, it won't be seen there!" cried the girl.
"Even the boat won't know it has a name!""It will know," said the father. "And so will we.
It's best to use small letters in wartime..."His voice was hoarse and sad. His heart was heavy
because he was a great patriot and loved this land. Leaving it
for any length of time was painful to him but he had to take
his family and close friends to safety.The little girl looked up at him and said no more.
She took the little brush, dipped it in white paint and carefully
painted "ESTONIA" in very small letters in the place her
father had shown. It looked very nice and she stood back
to admire her work. Her father had turned his back while she
was working with great concentration, the tip of her tongue
visible in the effort. The father was crying and didn't
want his child to see his sorrow."You have a name now, boat," she whispered."I'm sorry it
can't be bigger but, you see, there are reasons. I hope you
like it." And she patted the boat with pride and affection.
The boat felt loved and wished it could tell her how proud it
was of it's name - it hoped the girl knew."ESTONIA" was it's name. It had a definite ring to it.
If only the little girl could know how it had longed for a name!
Now, at last, it was ready to float on waters.
It felt it could face anything. However, it was November before it would be put to a real test.
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