Uh ... I found a poem about on the Net... shverbot) Oh - very instructive, I think...

Yakov Genn
Than, madly, hang out,
instilling fear in sailors,
it is better to pick at the soil,
disturbing the worms.


Get away from the dock of stagnation!
Cutting off the ends of worries,
On a long voyage of binge drinking,
An off-course shvertbot.
Type of "flying Dutchman"
Without signal lights
Blindly forced to stagger
On the waves of alcoholic seas.

The venom of distances,
The wind of sweet hops,
At the end of empty wanderings
An imminent stranding.
If his evil one
A wave will wash up to the shore,
He is adept at a rusty anchor
Leave a stranger in the harbor.

Well, and after returning,
Having worked up for the future,
In tow for treatment
Forced into the dock.
There they will put them on the raid again,
At least for a whole year,
Re-encrypting it again
The inventory number in the code.

Obeying the laws of sushi,
It will not be the first time,
Tempting puddles
He should avoid it.
Until suddenly
It will not leave the mooring
In a simple tomorrow
A restless shvertbot.

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