About the sailor
There was a glorious sailor, he adored the sea.
The ocean, like a trifle, crossed the life of a hundred times.
He had many friends, but there were enemies;
And others and those taught him life, but neither those nor the others could understand:
Where does our valiant sailor hold the path?
And he answered - I am looking for my island; Its name is Nishtyak.
When the flurry of the mast bent, tearing off the sails,
The team hid in the hold. And he
I went out onto the deck and, as if bribing the sky,
He threw a bottle of Roma overboard, asking in return to the weather.
And when the sea exploded with storms or when something went wrong,
He said - in any situation, hold your course on Nishtyak!
In the sea, swearing in taverns, having fun,
Our hero lived every moment.
The well -wishers shouted: "You risk too much, you need to get cherished with life."
And he waved his hand at them - there is no time to argue, we must live!
I myself have been a bite more than once in my life.
For this, I did not get boredom or twist.
Then, when the storm subsided, our sailor praised me -
I said: we must believe! Now get your nishtyak!
He said - it doesn’t matter whether you are rich or the nag.
There is enough space on a marvelous island called Nishtyak.
And when the sea exploded with storms, and when the enemy gloated,
He said - we must believe, only then will the island of Nishtyak submit to you.
