By youth years had to be a few years on ships type

"The Sea of the River". As I remember, from the Baltics they passed through the Kilsk Canal, came out in the

The North Sea took its course to England. A few days in the fog.

We encountered a riverboat, from our same shipyard, chief,

Master, the strikers - everyone knows each other, contacted by racy

"Hello-Hello" there is all that. They ask where they have gone.

and mol? The watchman answers: "Britten" (I don’t remember exactly, I guess,

Silence in the air. Then from the mines so deliberately report: "Eh

No hell, we’re going there too!"