But last time I did not even touch her, so as not to disgrace, my friend owns her so well. And this time, something has borne me. He picked up everything in silence in surprise. My something also do not know.

Tamarik! I once told me that my grandfather was sitting on Kolyma. From there he brought a song. I did not know my grandfather or the second. I did not have time to be born. And I heard this song from my uncle. The melody is awesome. Smashes through. This is something like “On the hills of“ Manzhuriya ”or“ Amur waves ”. The song is their Far Eastern. And the words beat on the feast. I can’t convey the melody, but I’ll probably write poems to you:

I remember that port of Vanin
And the scream steamer sullen
How did we go down the gangway
In the cold gloomy holds

From rolling suffered ZK
The deep sea roared
Lay ahead of Magadan
The capital of the Kolyma Territory

Five hundred kilometers of taiga
Where there is no housing or villages
Machines do not go here
Stumble, deer

Goodbye mother and wife
And you are young children
Know the full bowl to the bottom
I had to drink in the world

I know you don't expect me
And you do not read my letters
You will not come to meet me
Well, if you come, you will not know

Damn you Kolyma
What is called the black planet
Go mad reluctantly
From here there is no return

Well, that's what I could write. This song has a lot of verses. I sometimes suddenly remember. Sometimes I forget some. Never mind. Tamarik! You should have seen me listened. Especially the Far East. Vera Ivanovna has tears in her cheeks. The song is theirs. Native. I went through in earnest. When I finished, I stand and think: “What have I done? In! Holiday people alienate. “It was necessary to somehow defuse the situation. Well, I sang the most favorite song in the world. And I play it and sing it, not boasting, I will say, very well. Just like it to me. Long rehearsed. And this song is RED CURRANT - Oleg Alyabin. Good lord Yes, she probably is on the Internet. If you have not heard it before, you will find it. To me, this song turns the soul inside out. It's all my life in it. Well, here the tension has subsided. In the end, I gave the harmonica to my friend. And he immediately announced the dance. I immediately Vera Ivanovna on the white dance and invited. Of course with live music.

Because my friend can play absolutely everything. He asks: "What to play?".
Tamarik! Remember, you somehow asked me if I could dance Tango. I then answered that I can. And now I will answer the same. I can dance Tango. It may not be entirely professional, but in any case I will not let my partner down. And now I want to ask you. Tamarik! And, you can dance the quadrille? Ordinary Russian Quadrille. I threw aside my uniform with all solidity and I say to a friend, “Quadrille!” But, Vera Ivanovna, as she stamps her foot: “Easy!”. Yes!!! I am in Edinburgh praising English actresses from Kan-kan for what they can do on their heels. Yes, they all did not stand side by side, which Vera Ivanovna got up on her heels. Do you know how they clapped us? Lumines from pockets jump!

Here! The banquet is still in full swing. And I quietly went to my tanker. I sit in the cabin. I smoke Cuban cigars that a friend gave me. Tea, not a boy, is already so knack.
The year 2014 was difficult for me. Until I die, I will not forget how the boatswain on an Argentinian voyage followed me around the deck. So come 2015. What will happen? For me this year will be very fateful. Much will change. This year's captain documents are over. I have a long study and full re-evaluation. Can I? And, most importantly, I want to? A holiday, and thoughts are sad. Yes, and it is necessary to take a nap. To go to the sea not tomorrow, but today.

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Happy New Year, Seryozha! This year ended, a year of terrible losses, but also a year of amazing meetings. We are completely different people, Seryozha, but there are some incomprehensible coincidences, it dumbfounds me.In grief there are empty words of consolation, but there are words-pictures that lead the soul away from sadness, so I travel with you, it seems to me that I can even hear your voice. I know about the port of Vanino and the melody, and partly the words, but I read the unfamiliar couplets in a completely different way, thanks. About the RED CURRICLE I do not know, I will look. Can I quadrille? You know, Seryozha, I am not a choker, but I can, or rather much, because my body is very congruent with the partner, if I trust, then there are no problems, plus a “lighter”, I used my temperament to get into a gypsy at a banquet I have long been enthusiastic. And you are a diversely talented fellow, but I don’t flatter you, I rejoice in your soul And you wrote very well about the holiday, which, however, as always.

What will be this year? I think it is difficult, but in sorrow and in joy there are people with whom the soul warms up, my life showed it so much, I have a feeling that I fought, it was so hard, and I didn’t win, although I did the impossible, but as friends helped and close! I have so much tenderness in my heart for good people. You wrote about the changes and there the phrase: do I want. I understood with all clarity: we must not live by the will, but by desires, fairy tales do not lie. Everyone is sleeping, the children have gathered, they are very cherishing and afraid for me, but I am getting out slowly, you teach me a lot, Seryozh, without knowing it, and you are very comforting for me, thanks for the integrals, I really want you happiness, not I know what, but in order to live it was interesting for you, and in order not to laugh only, you would not be offended by people and life. Let all the problems become last year, and health, health, health!

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That ended New Year's Tale. It's time to go home. We said goodbye to my Far Eastern friend, and each to his own tanker. My board is external, and I depart first. Mooring given away. Everything. Go! I started the circulation, that is, the turn, here and the Far Eastern tanker fell off the pier.
According to the communication team sypyatsya. Reports pass. The pilot controls the situation clearly, gives sensible recommendations. Work in progress. Ordinary routine.
I already wanted to give a move and gut bye Norway, but then something under the heart pushed. He took the handles and transferred it to STOP. The tanker began to slow. And the Far-Easterners, too, had already moved away from the pier and turned around behind the stern. Until the end, I myself still did not understand what I want, but my friend understood everything at once. Immediately contacted by radio station:
- Sanych! Getting started. Both full speed ahead.

And both tankers started at the same time, went, picking up the course.
At this point, the maneuver became clear to everyone. The pilot suits me:
- Mr. Captain, what you have in mind, can be very unsafe.
And that answer me:
- Mr. pilot, please do not worry. I officially take all the responsibility.
And why take it, the responsibility of something. She already lies entirely with me.
And the tanker is already overclocked. In full swing. Tamarik! Here is what I tell you. When a super tanker goes along the fjord, the sight is amazingly fascinating. From its uterine rumbling, the coastal rocks tremble. The forces are unmeasured. And then immediately two super go to the wake. In the wake of this, when the stem is one, that is, the nose, directly into the transom of the other, that is, into the stern.
Here again, my friend comes out in touch:

- Sanych! Handles all the way and forgot! My Asterisk is more powerful than your Birds. I will control the distance myself.
And I am looking at the asterisk. Asterisks are already hanging over the bird's transom. And the course is complete. Even my knee trembled. Knee trembled, but the eye is a pro. Oh, and Captain Far East is strong! Maneuvers, as per the pattern. And the helmsman is hopeful. The asterisk, as poured on the course lies. I do not remove hands from levers. Handles fingertips feel. I turn to the boatswain. I have it on departure to the central manipulator set. And he laughs. I already blew up:
- Look at me! From the course even on a thread, at once by twenty centimeters I will make it shorter!
- Sanych! I understand. All of Europe looks at us, - And laughs.

And then ... He looked around, such an emotional lift that the air melts. Teams are run. All services work on time. All eyes are burning.Even Dima, our cook, went up to the bridge of the pilot to feed, and himself in a snow-white cook jacket, and the buttons in two rows glittered with gold. And the eyes are burning!
Orgi from the coastal slopes with our hands waving. Still would! This and have never seen. Only crazy Russian like this can come up. Two Russian super tankers on the fjord go to wake. Bright light spotlights. Colossal power. Two Russian flags on gaff. Go nose to the stern. The distance is not more than a hundred meters. And in these hundred meters all Russia is with us from St. Petersburg to Vladivostok. Even the sun could not resist. Despite the polar night, peeked out for a moment from over the horizon to look at us.
Two hours of travel along the fjord. Two hours of hard sea work. Two hours of stress. Two hours of pride in power!

Tamarik! I have never been a romantic. He always treated his work as hard work. But, this amazing feeling when you are standing on the wing of the captain’s bridge, the deck under your feet trembles and draws nostrils into the frosty air mixed in the salty spray. That would be to write about it. A good story could turn out. Only it is impossible. If coastal supervisors find out about our such navigational hooliganism, they will simply rape me and my colleague.
Two Russian super tankers sailed from the fjord to the open sea. Humbled each other. "The Baltic Seagull" on the left, Scandinavia on the left, towards St. Petersburg. "Star of the East" to the right, Scandinavia, on the right, on Murmansk. Will we ever see each other again? In the sea, the paths rarely intersect.

In Murmansk, the Far East will stand, wait for the first caravan and along the Northern Sea Route. Got to the peasants. Nothing! The guys are strong. And they have a reliable captain. They make their way to the Bering Strait. Oh, there's a business there. A couple of months to rinse the Pacific Ocean with its seas and here it is, native Vladik. I worry about them. Good luck! And envy. I have passed this route twice in my life. I would go for the third time. Yes, apparently, my years are leaving. Who will let me on the North Sea path?
Here and pilot boat appeared. We must say goodbye to the Norwegian pilot. It fits me. I was prepared to hear the phrases on call and reply as well. And he stretches his hand and says:
- Mr. Captain! Thank you for the professional pleasure delivered.
I did not even find that answer. I became weak at the emotions of something lately. I'm getting older, I guess.

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Seryozha, could not immediately answer, reread several times. It is so strongly written, a shiver creeps me, emotionally, on a very high note. You say that you could have a good story, it turned out just not good, but very strong, piercing the soul! I am very sorry that you can not print, I just see everything, I hear music in words. You are a big man and a writer and an artist! Then I will read more, and I will write again, and now for an easy flight and a calm watch !!!

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Tamarik. Or maybe just take and publish our New Year correspondence. And be what will be. But for this I need your consent.

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Seryozha, I agree with everything, it's not about me. I worry for you. It can slightly change the scenery: the names of the ships, the port of registry and move in time, for example, inadvertently mark the end of the last century. But to teach a scientist, only to spoil. You are smart and careful when necessary. I may be very enthusiastic, but after your story I have such pride that we are of the same blood! There are such men in our gray everyday life, crazy, not for profit, but for the soul, impulsive. Well, in general, such which does not happen! You decide, I do not want to provoke you, but I do not want to annoy you either.