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Big white boat and yacht slim standing board to board in their home port. Was it good together. Gentle waves shook their barely sea breeze carried them fresh air and beautiful setting sun lit up the upper deck of the ship and painted in red color mastheads Yachts ...
The yacht has recently come out of repair. They made her a new paneling, bulkheads changed a couple of frames - that the storm has passed, after all, the gift of ... Sail New sewed, and looked over the engine. In short, it was the boat, as new. Well, the steamer was an iron that he will become. Tint sometimes only, but prevention was conducted.
Sometimes they parted for long - everyone had a job. So in the near Steamboat flight will leave, the tourist boat rolls. But after a short time they met again at the pier, tightly pressed against each other and the sides happily froze next.
It lasts long. It seemed that the rest of their lives they will be together, parting only for a few days, no more.
But one day came to the dock people loaded into the boat lots of supplies, to fuel, spare parts and went to put the circumnavigation. In a year or even a half, as it will ... A steamer left at the pier. His other flights had to be done.
And now the steamer came from a voyage to the port, got up alone to the empty quay wall and sighed sadly. And he became a kind of some sad, paint peeling off the sides was the machine to act up sometimes smoke from the chimney went not white, and some gray. He dreamed of a steamer that he also sent to far-off round the world voyage. He's still very young, for it is quite capable. And it will run faster than the wind and the waves after his yacht, and it will meet somewhere in the distant foreign port or at sea, and they will go next, together again, together again. But the days passed, and nowhere on Istanbul Steamboat did not come out.

But a month later the miracle happened! Early in the morning came the captain jolly Steamboat, slapped him on the freshly painted white board and said, "Well, that tryahnёm old days ?! Walk around the ball? "And another said that they will go along the route of the expedition itself, that Yacht gone - whether helping, or support.
Steamer that was not important. It was important to him that he again saw his yacht, wherever it may be! And steamer trembled with joy their cars and roared siren, lights and lit up his water screws blew breakers! And there ran a steamboat on the seas and oceans at such a speed that surprised even seasoned navigator. And the sailors were surprised as any storm Steamboat easily overcomes any wave him uneasy and afraid of no wind!
It was all in his way: a storm and calm, reefs and shoals, colorful sunsets, tropical seas, blue sky Atlantic bustling port in Africa and counter bulk carriers in the Japan Sea. Even pirates have met once, but nothing happened. None of this steamer did not notice all the thoughts he was in the distant bay, where his yacht. And he ran to it, for salty as tears, water repelling wave breast and leaving behind a trail of glowing at night.

... A year later, they returned to their home harbor together. The ship, as befits him bigger and stronger, easily went ahead, happily winking lighthouse searchlight input and swinging encounters on the banks of the flags. Slightly behind and to the left was next to him Yacht coyly shaking his sides and trustingly holding close to a high white steamer.
And between them quickly and trying to be a grown-up serious, ran a small cutter and small yahtochka. Cutter was white as a steamer, and mast yahtochki setting sun painted in red color.

© Wandering Jew.





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