Валентин Пикуль - Моонзунд 04 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And today, the reader, ships rarely enter Moison; I am looking for an expanser and depths, they have nothing to do on these gloomy ples, which are compressed by dunes molding in the sea of ​​the Ghost Islands.

I do not know how now, and before you could still see the waters of the waters, to see the vague outline of the ships, forever opposed in depth. Death found them here, and they died to died in the glory of the future - for our day, the reader ...

In this novel, some historical names I deliberately replaced fictional. Some left in their accurate historical accuracy.

Before the victory in Montizond, the reader is still far away.

First, we proceed the whole bitterness of the defeat in Irbenakh.