Mikhail Lermontov SAIL
12 June 2017 •
Travel time: with 01 June 2017 on 04 June 2017
The lonely couple turns white
In the mist of the blue sea!....
What is he looking for in a distant land?
What did he leave in his native land?
The waves are playing - the wind is whistling,
And the mast bends and creaks....
Alas, he is not looking for happiness
Ine runs from happiness!
Under it, a stream of lighter azure,
A golden ray of sun above it. . .
And he, rebellious, asks for a storm,
As if there is peace in the storms!
So, before the storm, I alone plunged into the waves of our beloved Black Sea!
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