on the morning after the first fishing trip, the sailor, ilya kasyanenko, shares his impressions of romancesces. not yet. but there is plenty of heavy monotonous work and unpleasant pitching underfoot. everything will start right away, it will start working, that is, they will not fly unnoticed, as long as it takes a long time. that is, yesterday something broke, there was no fish, they didn’t find something there, or well , i don’t know how i don’t do it yet. the pros don’t know. here, it's all great. the team is great with everyone. it is interesting how to communicate and something new, that is, for myself to emphasize such seasickness tortured me. the first two days i was just generally stormy. pretty good, just oh, it was bad, but already, as it were, probably, the body has already got used to everything. i'm used to it, it's not like that anymore. i mean, this is fun. and let the sailor not yet have a big catch saw. the first few days at sea were not in vain, new lines were born , people remained in the past, old guitar chords in a smoky cabin. broken gateways. the uprising of the wav