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The ice had not even begun to break	A
no boat could possibly sail yet	B
but the letters lay in a pile at the post office	C
with all their requests and instructions	D
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Among them trying vainly to leave	E
in the scrawls of fishermen	F
were reproaches complaints cries	G
awkward confessions of love	H
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In vain the huskies gazed out to sea	I
searching the waves through the fog	J
lying like gray hillocks	I
on the bottoms of overturned boats	I
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But like a ghost dreamed up	K
from the desperate monotony	I
the ice covered mail boat	L
showed her gray masts	I
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She was beaten up and dirty	I
but to the fishing village	M
her chilly husky voice	I
sounded like the sweetest music	N
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And the gloomy sailors throwing us a line	O
to the shore like Vikings	I
silently skillfully	I
carried canvas sacks full of people's souls	I
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And again the ship went out tiredly	I
her hull breaking the ice with difficulty	I
and I sat in her dank hold	P
among the piled sacks	I
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Tormented I searched for an answer	Q
with all my restless conscience	I
'Just what am I in fact	R
and where am I going '	-
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Can it be I am like a frail boat	L
and that the passions like the waves roll	I
and toss me about ' But my inner voice	I
answered me 'You are a mail boat	L
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Make speed through the angry waves	I
heavy with ice to all those people	I
who have been seperated by the ice	I
who are waiting to get in touch again	S
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And like the first sign of the ship	T
for which people waited so long	U
carry onward the undying light	V
of the duty that links us together	Q
	-
And along the foaming arctic sea of life	W
through all the ice and against the nor'wester	Q
carry with you those mailbags	I
full of hopelessness and hopes	I
	-
But remember as you hang on the whistle	I
as soon as the storms die down	X
steamers real ships	I
will go through these waters not afraid anymore	Y
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And the fishermen standing up in the barges	I
will look admiringly at them	Z
and their sleek velvety whistles	I
and make them forget your husky voice	I
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But you with the stink of fish and blubber	Q
don't lower your rigging gloomily	I
You've done the job on schedule	I
Be happy then You are the mail cutter '	-
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Thus the inner voice spoke to me	I
impressing upon me the burden of prophecy	I
And amid the white night of the Arctic Ocean	A2
somehow it was all morning for me	I
	-
I didn't think enviously	I
of someone else covered with honours	I
I was simply happy that a few things	I
also depended on me	I
	-
And covered in someone's fur coat	L
I was dependent on so much	B2
and like that letter from Vanka Zhukov	W
I dozed on heaps of other letters	I
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Translated by Tina Tupikina Glaessner Geoffrey Dutton and Igor Mezhakoff Koriakin	A2

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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