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Oda about the Russian navigator

The navigator. Who is he and why?
Where does this phrase come from?
Where is he doing what ...?
Well, let's start the story.

Once the king of all Russia,
Beloved, Peter the Orthodox,
Turning to the boyars, he asked: "Mussie,
Which of you sailor is working? "

And seeing that there is no answer
But what time to decide, dictator
Said, "After a couple of years
There will be a navigator in Russia! "

No one understood the English word,
But soon a decree came out:
"Young Boyars
Learn to send the same hour! "

They cut their hair, put on their wigs,
And now in Holland already
They sit, they bison all the days of the week,
The curse is princely protege.

Oh, these wise sciences ...
You will pass through the centuries.
Descendants, your grandchildren
Will have to be corrupted even then.

How to plot bearings on a map
From which side to take the sextan,
How to get around the rocky shore -
The captain must be able to do everything.

Not only that, much more
I had to know the poor navigators
But Peter was right - the main thing is important:
MOREMAN ARRIVED IN RUSSIA!

How many thoughts did you have to try
And drive the youngest into the heads,
And Peter, having personally visited,
He ordered them to be awarded with a rank.

The swirling womb of the ocean
Since then, more than once spread his mouth,
Dealt with a number of generations of captains,
Inspiring timidity, courage, fear and passion.

It was the turn of the twentieth century.
What will it present to us?
Who are their descendants? Who are their children?
Where will it send us?

Oh what we see, what kind of man
In the huge Lloyd's Mitzon?
Stands like a hamburg bartender.
He knows the yen to the Swedish krona.

Antenna forests stand around,
Latitude beats left and right
On air, swarms of waves soar.
Everything is clear, everything is normal, as in the mordovpe.

Yes, it’s him, but how has he changed !?
How smart he is, my goodness ...
Turns the pen of the recorder with excitement,
The radar howls under his arm.

Where does this obsession come from -
Laurans, docks and console.
Oh, how navigation has grown
What a review on the bridge!

Dust on the shelves as if fused
MAY, MT and TVA
And YOU, like stone slabs,
Vibrations are slightly affected.

Volumes of various years of publication,
There are no unnecessary little things.
And the Notice of the statue
Lying like a pile of bricks.

Let them puff a lot,
But now he reads aloud
AND LIST OF LITES AND MANAGEST OF KAGO,
And NOTIS, and, of course, PAYLOT BEECH.

A repeater is brought to his cabin,
He will take care of you.
And on the bridge everything will be "sewn-covered",
How good that there is a gyrocompass!

Through the misted glass
He takes lag counts
And rushing around on a map with a compass,
Searching your way and the zigzag path.

So who is he - a skipper?
He is an engineer and a businessman
He is a secretary and a builder,
And the ship's dormitory commandant.

It makes weather forecasts,
He knows what copra and pigment are,
He suffers with courage threats
Which agent can send.

Here and there, an agile performer,
Here and there, the most skilled fakir,
He was just a persistent performer,
And in a day he is already a cashier.

But no matter how hard you try, it's still hard
His occupation is to determine
And so as not to seem boring,
Your story must be completed.

There are many different paths in the world,
This is just one.
So that your life does not fade
Go work as a navigator!