t h e n i g h t

“tall ships sail o’er the deep green ocean,
white sails set on the billowy wave.
my little boat sails there with the tall ships,
sails has she none, just her two good oars.
storm winds will blow and the old tall ships
will lift their wings and fly over the sea.
then I’ll curtsy and beg so humbly:
‘have pity on my boat, oh wicked sea.
precious are the goods that my boat carries,
bold is the heart that steers her through the night.’”

“A Hero of Our Time”

Mikhail Lermontov