Sailors

To Joseph

And of each sailors, when they anchor in the ports, will buy a bottle of club soda and he walks into his room, he sits on the bed, pulls out pictures from his breast pocket and spreads them out on the night table. They are the pictures of his mother, little sisters, sweetheart, or his wife and children, or at least, a cat. And the sailor is looking at them with nostalgia, and quietly, just for himself, sobs. And those sailors who came as far as from Bohemia; in the evening gather in one corner of the room with the bottle of water from iceberg and they are singing in Czech with Chodsky dialect: "In our village square a boy is yodeling: God, oh dear God, I am missing her."
So, all the songs and tales about drunken sailors are made up, and they are outrageous lies. It's the truth, some individuals are seeking bars and they are asking questions about brothels, but all brothels are already closed, and brothel mama tells them: "Boys, go to the bed, we close at seven o'clock evening. The girls drank their glass of milk , and they are already in bed listening to story about Ali Baba and forty thieves. We open at six o'clock morning, and first ten customers will get a free bun with milk, and for those, who didn't get enough of sleep, we serve a chamomile tea."