The conversation at the Odessa raid landing craft: «The Soviet Dagestan» and «Red Abkhazia"

Feather clouds,
sunset scan!
Get down,
the southern night oppresses!
Pair
steamers
speaks in the raid:
then one will blink,
and that
the other will blink.
What are honking?
I strain
forehead wrinkles.
Red time ...
will go out,
and green ...
May be,
love plea.
May be,
jealous angry.
Can, asks:
- "Red Abkhazia"!
He speaks
"Soviet Dagestan".
I'm tired,
climbing alone on the sea,
Come here
and stand next to me.
But in response
insidious
she is:
- Somehow
one
live and shine.
I
Now
by the mast in love
in the gray "Comintern",
three-pipe cruiser. —
- You all,
Article,
wagtails and canals ...
What is her cruiser,
дылда и пачкун? —
He moaned
and honked again:
- Anyone,
send tobacco!..
It's boring here,
not good
and wet.
Here
boredom
damp and armor… -
The world slumbers,
to the Black Sea region
blue tears
dropping by the sea.