Hello, Tamarik. I want to write to you. I understand that you are not up to letters now. But, after all, New Year. Once again I made sure that miracles happen in the New Year. Remember, three years ago I told how we celebrated New Year in Norway together with the Far Easterners. It is impossible to believe, but after three years this story got an unexpected continuation. But first things first:

Here it is Norway. And I, and my team, and most importantly, our little bird, we all rested together thoroughly. Yes, we are neither the first. We had time. Now, two hours by fjord and we are at the terminal. We will celebrate New Year's Eve at the pier like normal people. I have been in this hole many times. There is nothing special there. But still better than in the ocean at the transition.
They took the Norwegian pilot and went along the fjord. The pilot says there is no free berth. We will moor the second hull to the Russian tanker standing there. The second, so second. What's the difference. Not the first year married.

Work hard, but two hours on the fjord were left astern. Here is the terminal with the tanker at the pier. I figured: the tanker is the same size as ours, the weather is quiet, there is enough water. In general, the mooring will not be difficult.
Tugs have flown. I turned the bird into a lag, that is, parallel to the standing tanker standing at the pier, and began to approach.
And here "TYPHON!". Typhon is a ship's horn. A beep is a beep, but only the strength of the sound is such that you can hear it in the sea for several miles. And then somewhere very close. Smashes through.

- Wat um? Wat heppen? (What is it? What happened?), - the pilot flies up to me.
“Ay downt know (I don't know),” I shrug. I take binoculars and ... Ah-ahrenet, do not get up !!! My tanker "Baltic Seagull" home port of St. Petersburg is moored to the tanker "Star of the East" home port of Vladivostok. Wow! As they say, and it took only three years. What started here! They all poured onto the deck. Scream. Hands waving. My mooring lines were abandoned, everyone crowded around the board. The pilot is at a loss. And two huge vessels are getting closer. There is only one way people lead. I grabbed the ship's microphone broadcast, immediately at full volume, and let both crews obscene the rail mat from all sides. It worked. Startled. Again, the mooring took. Palms flew over the board. They were caught on that tanker. Mooring crept.
Funny Then, after mooring, the boatswain came to my cabin with a notebook:

- Sanych! Well, repeat. For posterity. Such wealth should not abyss.
- Yes, I can not - I laugh choking:
- It's spontaneous.
And he seriously so, with interest:
- Well, okay, Russian and English, and how do you know Norwegian?
“I don’t know him.” Just another kid in these very edges, heard one local skipper flooded, “In general, I pushed him out of the cabin.”

Okay. I continue. Moored. At this point, I could not hold back the crowd anymore. My ladder set. They throw theirs to us. And the flood of people rushed towards each other. I went on deck. I hear.
- Sana'y-yy !!! - Vera Ivanovna is flying. With a run for the neck, she hugged and hung on me. Snuggled and squeals like a pig. Here my friend, the Far Eastern captain runs up. We need to embrace, and Vera Ivanovna even more strongly pressed against me and squeals. Such a stormy meeting turned out.
And only an hour later in the captain's cabin of the tanker "Star of the East" my friend and I were able to talk normally.
- I know you respect cognac. To smoke something not yet quit? - He puts on the table a bottle of brandy and puts a box of real Cuban cigars. I took one, held it in front of my nose, a-ah-aroma !!! Eyes rolled in pleasure. I see, and he is pleased. Cognac rolled on kalyavochke and talked.

Tamarik, you know, I do not like flattery. And my friend, as suffered! I do not know where, but he already knows that I was accepted into the writers' union. And let's pour.Like, the whole Far East knows you. They say that you are the second Konetsky. They say, where I will not come, they begin to ask about you, and I tell everyone that we are friends.
- Of course, friends, - I interrupted him:
- Only here that friend. Recently, in Michigan, I got a newspaper shtatovskaya about how a Russian tanker saved Alaska. Maybe tell the details?

Here my friend became serious and began to tell:
- Frosts hit very early. They did not have time to stock up on fuel. A little more and whole cities would freeze. Americans asked for help. At that moment I was the closest, and they sent me. The ice is heavy. And the Americans because icebreakers build only for the needs of the military fleet. They do not have civil icebreakers. And warships are already significantly trading. About the super tanker and can not speak. Can you imagine how to go through the pierced ice channel twice already the hull of your vessel?

I don’t need to explain anything like that. The whole nightmare of the situation immediately before my eyes drew. I lit a cigar and listened further. And my friend continued. He told me how difficult it was for them, how they stuck in the ice, how intense the icing was, how they fought for the ship. Long said what his heroic team. The captain talked a lot about it. I just somehow missed that the captain forms and trains the team. And what is needed for the team to become a hero.

Tamarik! I sat, listened and admired it. He is 15 years younger than me. Brains have already earned a full stroke. And the forces still sea.
We talked for a long time. And, naturally, the brandy decreasing in a bottle eventually made us positive and led the conversation to the women's issue.
- Listen! - He started up:
- How do you do with women? Even our Faith. She is loved in the carriage, but she is very strict. And today, that uchudila. I didn’t have time to see you, I just fell off the brakes. Maybe you know what secret?
“I know,” I laughed.
- Yah! Share? - He already jumped on the chair.
- Okay. Listen, - I tried to make a serious face:
- Take it as a rule when you meet a woman, first look at her eyes, not on boobs.
He thought for a minute and a half. Then his eyes began to take a meaningful expression:
- You know, but I seem to understand.

Well, we agreed quickly on the details of the upcoming banquet. As last time, there was no dispute. We celebrate on his tanker, as last time we celebrated on my own. As a literary celebrity, the right of New Year's toast is unconditionally given to me.
Well, that's all for now. We are preparing for the banquet. Tamarik! You know what I tell you. With this literature, with this stupid union, I seem to be becoming abnormal. Look here. I am writing a letter to a woman. And it turns out some incoherent, completely unpublished story.
Here are my affairs. Once again, coming to you.

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Seryozhenka, you really pleased me with your letter! As always, each letter is interesting to me, and I remember everything about that New Year. It turned out wonderful, and I am very proud for you that they know about you as a writer, it’s so nice not to convey! And it’s not true, to me just before the letters, they are important to me. We have a frost, it is snowing, I thought about you. Do you have time? Well, that time! May the New Year be wonderful! Under the chimes sure to think about you. Happiness to you many, many! Thanks for your letter!

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Hello, Tamarik! Happy New Year again! Now with the coming.
The holiday is still in full swing. But, I'm tired of something. Or just drunk. I hit the keys with difficulty. But I will try to tell you. In principle, as always. There was my captain's toast to the chiming clock. There was a salute. Everything was. There was only the Northern Lights, like three years ago. There was live music. At! Not! That was not the last time.
When, three years ago, I wrote about live music, I didn’t specify. And this is my friend's harmonica. Here is a peasant hobby. And he plays amazingly. From his busting heart melts. I just have one trait. I really like to surprise people. I learned to play the harmonica as a child.On the ordinary Russian hromka, that is, the chromatic harmonica ....