Author's painting the Wandering Ghost

The author's fantasy painting in a layered technique of oil painting on canvas on cardboard. Coated with protective varnish.

Four years careered in the sea, our "Korsar".
In battles and storms are not faded our banner.
We learned how to darn the sail
and plugging the holes with bodies.

After us squadron at his heels,
in the sea calm and not to avoid meeting,
but we said the captain calmly:
"Not yet evening, not yet night".

That's turned sideways flagship frigate
and the left side was stained with smoke.
A return volley on the eyes and at random -
away fires, death - luck with us.

Of the worst were out of trouble
but with the bad wind and the hold of the leak,
and the captain sends us a familiar sign:
"Not yet evening, not yet night".

We look in the binoculars in the pipe hundreds of eyes
and we see from the smoke the evil and the grey,
but they do not ever see us
chained to the oars in the galleys.

An unequal battle, the ship lurches our!
Save our souls man!
But the captain shouted: " On Board the ship!"
Not yet evening, not yet night!

Who wants to live who are gay, who are aphids
prepare your hand-to-hand!
And let the rats leave the ship -
they prevent reckless battle.

And the rat thought: " And what the devil is not joking?"
And in the darkness jumped to escape from the canister,
and we became a frigate to the Board Board -
Not yet evening, not yet night!

Face to face, knives in knives, eye to eye,
not to octopus or crabs,
someone with a colt, who with a dagger, who is in tears
we are leaving the sinking ship.

But no! They can't put it on the bottom -
will Ocean shouldered!
After all, the Ocean, he is with us at the same time
and the captain was right - the night is!

(Vladimir Vysotsky)