bored all,
Only do not you become familiar given.
days pass,
And the years go by
And thousands, thousands years.
The white waves ryanosti,
hiding
In a white spice acacias,
Can, you some of their,
sea,
and vaults, and negates.
You're on a pile of nets.
you kurlychesh,
as the key, balagurya,
AND, as a strand behind her ear,
A little tickle jet astern.
You're at a party for children.
But by what unheard of storm
withdraws you,
When the distance is calling you home!
Dopotopnый space
Svirepeet foam and sipnet.
quick surf
Sataneet
From Prorva works.
All expenses apart
And in his own howling and dying,
AND, svineya from Tina,
On piles in their own beats.
Presnotu sails
pushes back
the same
obsessed with colors,
And nearing the shower wall.
And down below the sky
And falls nakos,
And flying upside down,
And As for the bottom of the seagulls.
galvanic mist
Troubled clouds
awkwardly,
waddling, crawling,
Making their way to the harbor court.
Sinenogie lightning
Frog jumps into a puddle.
wading gear
throws
Hither and thither.
All sbiralsya nap.
And climbing crabs,
And to the center
Tyazhelevshego sun
Clones head repya.
And murlыkalo Sea.
In less than a mile and a half from Tendra,
Gray Ridge armadillo
orange specks
Ryabya.
The sun is down.
And suddenly
electricity flashed “Potemkin”.
With the spar-deck galley
Flooded hordes of flies.
The meat was tainted…
And the sea darkness fell.
Light snarled before dawn
And glimmer of the morning went out.
lumps
morning swell
slid,
As Mercury Shaver,
On foot bulk,
AND, looking at them from a height,
I began to breathe battleship
And alive.
prop prayer.
Steel deck roll.
Carried into the sea shields.
At dinner the boiler did not sit down
And they ate in silence
Hleb to water,
When suddenly there was:
– All dissolved in!
In places!
Two watches!
And one jacket,
Blackening of the bile,
shouted:
– attention! –
With the towing bollard
threatening to seven hundred.
– discontent!!!
who eat – to the boiler,
Who does not want to – on the yard.
come outside!
watch frozen, axnuv.
And suddenly, together,
Streamed into disarray
from Knecht
Run to the battery.
– Stay!
pretty! –
cry
Amok apostle borscht.
Part of running behind.
He began across.
– again tricks!!!-
he commanded:
– boatswain,
sailcloth!
