Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. A hero of our time (№ 288251)

I am like a sailor born and raised on the deck of the brig predatory; his soul got used to storms and battles, and washed up on shore, he feels bored and languishing, no matter how Mani of his shady grove, no matter how Saint he peaceful sun; he goes a whole day on the sand, listening to the monotonous murmur of the rolling waves, and gazes into the misty distance will not be shown there on the pale line dividing the blue deep from the gray clouds, a welcome sail, at first like the wing of a sea gull, but little by little separating from the foam boulders and smooth running approaching the deserted Marina...