Spisok korabley

Voice of poetry:
What would the things of Troy, be to you, Achaeans, without Helen?

Voice of poetry:
Love... Fame... Happiness! Hell, it's a rock!

Voice of poetry:
O Death, old captain, it is time!

Arkadiy Ippolitov:
All ships sail to eternity.

Voice of poetry:
That which we are, we are.

Voice of poetry:
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Arkadiy Ippolitov:
A ship is heroic in its very essence. A sailor is already a hero.

Voice of poetry:
All hell is making love. I laugh like a corpse.

Arkadiy Ippolitov:
The port is the place where freedom resides.

Voice of poetry:
And some in dreams assured were of the Spirit that plagued us so.

Arkadiy Ippolitov:
There is no ship without a port. A ship without a port is a cursed ship.

Arkadiy Ippolitov:
So, today's lecture will start with a Catalogue of ships.

Voice of poetry:
Half the catalogue of ships is mine.