Dedicated to all lighthouse makers. From Fedor Sverdlov

(autotranslated, could have mistakes)

At the request of Fyodor Sverdlov, I am publishing this dedication to all lighthouse workers

When, suddenly, the sky is torn apart by wind and thunderstorms,

and water pours over the sides of the vessel,

in a moment you get lost in the diversity of stars,

Only a lighthouse signal can lead to the shore.

When it seems: there are no more chances, with or without luck,

voice is interrupted, radio communication is lost,

and treacherously, suddenly, the GPS signal disappears,

leaving the ocean and you alone,

The hurricane destroys supports and breaks wires,

de-energizing almost half the earth for a long time,

turns off the signal and the lights of the lighthouse go out,

like a child he leaves the ships to flounder.

This wind is such that you can’t help but go without breathing,

he has no pity, he is obsessed and cunning,

then it seems: that’s it, it’s your turn to die,

against all winds the lighthouse lights a fire,

After the storm, when the weather and calm relax everyone,

maybe someone will think, so, shedding a little tears,

about people guarding a line of thousands of miles,

even if the lighthouse lights go out for a long time.

Fedor Sverdlov