“Almost immediately, my younger brother was knocked into the water by the wind. I could not think. In my fear, I lay down and held onto a metal ring in the bottom of the boat. For a few seconds we were completely covered in water.
“Then I felt somebody holding onto my arm. It was my older brother. I was happy that he was alive. But my happiness soon disappeared. He put his mouth close to my ear and screamed, ‘the Moskoe-storm!’
“I shook from head to foot. We were going into the whirlpool and nothing could save us. A terrible thought came to me. I took my watch out of my pocket. It was not going. It still said seven o’clock. The whirlpool was now as strong as it ever got. And the wind was taking us straight toward it!
