At the pier stood a man, smoking, spitting in the sea. From the barracks he could already see the sea of ​​carriages, pedestrians, soldiers surrounding the hippodrome, and gazebos boiling in the people.Why do you need this sea, the storm, the rocks, the broken splinters of the ship? And as if at sea, in the middle of the parking lot, suddenly inexplicable silence came. Cossack, more than once led to the sea and suffered many troubles.