Publisher's Synopsis
Grustit' v nachale reysa ne rezon. Kak budto neizbyvnuyu poteryu, Ya vse eshche nashchupyvayu bereg, Udarivshis' glazami v gorizont. Prosti menya, dalekaya zemlya Za to, chto ya, tvoy neputevyy zhitel', Smotryu v svoyu poslednyuyu obitel' S dalekoy tochki - tochki korablya. Chelovek vybiraet more. On zhivet im i dyshit. Ego gorizont zamknut na krug. Eto ego zhizn' so svoimi pechalyami, radostyami i vechnoy toskoy o zemle.Kto-to mudryy skazal: Esli khochesh' vsyu zhizn' nichego ne delat' - polyubi svoyu rabotu. Ya poproboval - ne poluchilos': mezhdu morem i chelovekom stoit vremya. Eta kniga o lyudyakh, s kotorymi avtor toptal golubye dorogi planety. Ona dlya tekh, komu po nocham snitsya more.
