Вітер у вербах

           "Tellmesomethingofyourcoasting,then,ifyouhaveamindto,andwhatsortofharvestananimalofspiritmighthopetobringhomefromittowarmhislatterdayswithgallantmemoriesbythefireside;formylife,Iconfesstoyou,feelstometo-daysomewhatnarrowandcircumscribed."

           "Mylastvoyage,"begantheSeaRat,"thatlandedmeeventuallyinthiscountry,boundwithhighhopesformyinlandfarm,willserveasagoodexampleofanyofthem,and,indeed,asanepitomeofmyhighly-colouredlife.Familytroubles,asusual,beganit.Thedomesticstorm-conewashoisted,andIshippedmyselfonboardasmalltradingvesselboundfromConstantinople,byclassicseaswhoseeverywavethrobswithadeathlessmemory,totheGrecianIslandsandtheLevant.Thoseweregoldendaysandbalmynights!Inandoutofharbourallthetime—oldfriendseverywhere—sleepinginsomecooltempleorruinedcisternduringtheheatoftheday—feastingandsongaftersundown,undergreatstarssetinavelvetsky!ThenceweturnedandcoasteduptheAdriatic,itsshoresswimminginanatmosphereofamber,rose,andaquamarine;welayinwidelandlockedharbours,weroamedthroughancientandnoblecities,untilatlastonemorning,asthesunroseroyallybehindus,werodeintoVenicedownapathofgold.