On the horizon, behind the back, long away
Silent glow of the fire should.
Fisherman "Free" the island is spread
In water, as a flat spin sea
animal. And ahead, away -
The lights of ships and sheaf of stray rays
Searchlight customs vessel.
And we're leaving in the blue haze.
Obliquely protrude above the sea milestones,
Whisk fairway ohradyv,
And far - from milestone to milestone, and -
Rıbaçih schooner sailing the Morning…
Over the sea - calm. Under full sail
It should be beautiful - the sea yacht.
A thin mast - a small lantern,
What gem ferronnière,
Lights on matte brow heaven.
on ostrogrudoy, in complete silence,
The whimsical plexus gear,
sit, cross-armed, people with light
Panama, shifted to the stern features.
And in the middle, from the mast itself, silently,
worth sailor, all dark, and looks.
We go around the boat, as is fitting
And politely and quietly said
One of us: "Do you want to tug?»
And with significant ease of us is responsible
The harsh voice: "Not. Thank you ".
AND, rounding them again, we look
With prayer and full of soul
On leaving quietly silhouette
Beauties under full sail…
A jewel ferronnière,
Burning in the dusky twilight chela.
Sestroretsk resort
