About the book: 1960 / We chose this shawl together: the boatswain and I. The day before, Trofim Egorovich Shtyrenko came to my cabin, hesitated a little, asked, in order to maintain decency, if my washbasin was clogged, turned off the tap, turned on the water, made sure that everything was in order, and then, as if about to leave, embarrassedly crumpling his robe , said: “Wouldn’t you be so kind as to go with me to the city tomorrow?” I want to see a gift for my wife. There’s some kind of shawl, maybe, blanket, etc. In general, I would like to say that there is a memory for Spain.