Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko. (№ 332678)

A boat that sank
that soared, gray-gray.
Chest against the ropes I clung,
leaned over the water.
"You tell me, sorcerer,
blue globata,
why in me so
Goreva popota?
I waited, I waited for the cries of seagulls
but she cried at the side,
nothing answered
blue globata.