Out in the Gulf of Finland, not a margin of land is seen. No clue where it is, the helmsman says that Hanko is by the right hand. Surprisingly, it’s calm.
The sun reflected over the surface in apricot tint helps to outline the carbon sails out of the water. So I was sitting with a musing indifference to everything, even to myself, then suddenly a bang. It hit me from behind — the giek. It’s cold overboard.
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