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We had slaughtered a hundred white whales	A
civilization was quite forgotten	B
our lungs were burned out from smoking shag	C
but on sighting port we blew out our chests like barrels	D
and began to speak to one another politely	E
and with the noble goal of drinking	F
we went ashore from the schooner at Amderma	G
	-
In Amderma we walked like gods	H
swaggering along with our hands on our hips	I
and through the port our beards and sidewhiskers	I
kept their bearings on the pub	J
and passing girls and shellbacks	I
as well as all the local dogs	I
went along with us as escort	K
	-
But clouding the whole planet	L
a notice hung in the shop 'No Spirits '	-
We looked at some sparkling wine from the Don	M
as if it were feeble fruit juice	I
and through our agonized yearning	F
we realized it wouldn't work	N
	-
Now who could have drunk our spirits our vodka	O
It's dreadful the way people drink simply ruinous	I
But skinny as a skeleton Petka Markovsky from Odessa	O
as it always happens with him	G
suddenly disappeared somewhere	P
giving a secretive 'Sh sshh '	-
	-
And shortly afterward with much clinking	O
he turned up with a huge cardboard box	I
already slightly merry	E
and it was a sweet clinking the box made	Q
as we woke up to the fact 'There she is She's apples '	-
and Markovsky gave us the wink 'She's right '	-
	-
We made a splash waving to everyone	B
Chartered a deluxe room in the hotel	R
and sat down as we were on the bed	S
Cords flew off the box	I
and there in the glittering columns of the bottles	I
bulging stern cosy	E
absolutely hygienic	O
triple distilled eau de cologne stood before us	I
	-
And Markovsky rose lifting his glass	I
pulled down his seaman's jacket	L
and began 'I'd like to say something '	-
'Then say it ' everyone began to shout	T
But before anything else	I
they wanted to wet their whistles	I
	-
Markovsky said 'Come on let's have a swig	O
The doctor told me eau de cologne	U
is the best thing to keep the wrinkles away	V
Let them judge us We don't give a damn	W
We used to drink all sorts of wine	X
When we were in Germany	E
we filled the radiators of our tanks	I
with wine from the Mosel	Y
	-
We don't need consumer goods	I
We need the wind the sky	O
Old mates listen to this	I
in our souls as though in the safe deposit	Z
We have the sea our mothers and young brothers	I
All the rest is rubbish '	-
	-
Bestriding the earth like a giant	A2
Markovsky stood with a glass in his hand	B2
that held the foaming seas	I
The skipper observed 'Everything is shipshape '	-
and only the boatswain sobbed like a child	C2
'But my mother is dead '	-
	-
And we all began to burst into tears	I
quite easily quite shamelessly	E
as if in the midst of our own families	I
mourning with bitter tears	I
at first for the boatswain's mother	D2
and afterward simply for ourselves	I
	-
Already a rueful notice hung in the chemist's shop	E2
'No Triple Eau de Cologne'	E
but eight of us sea wolves	I
sobbed over almost all of Russia	O
And in our sobs we reeked	C2
like eight barbershops	O
	-
Tears like squalls	O
swept away heaps of false values	O
of puffed up names	O
and quietly remaining inside us	O
was only the sea our mothers and young brothers	O
even the mother who was dead	C2
	-
I wept as though I was being set free	E
I wept as if I was being born anew	E
a different person from what I'd been	E
and before God and before myself	F2
like the tears of those drunken whalemen	E
my soul was pure	G2

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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