song, a memory from... the most charming composer of the late soviet era, jaan frenkel, words by mikhail tanichout sakhalin , the weather on the island is normal, the surf has worn out my vest, and i’ve been living since sunrise, and mail with transfers flies from the mainland, and myself... my farthest harbor of the union, where i throw pebbles from a steep bank, a distant strait of la perouse, where i throw pebbles from a steep bank, a distant strait, but i will sing you my ballad, not all, but many tourists come to sakhalin for the iconic place on the island, you can get to it only by water only in good weather, well, we were lucky with the water, there was at least a lot of it, but with the weather, alas, as soon as we loaded into the boat, the sea foamed and raged instead of an hour and a half, we walked to the lighthouse for 4 hours, flooded with rushing waves, well i said that there were no problems with the water, just that if you flooded, the topography of the coast may seem monotonous, but this is for... people without imagination, that is, those suffering from fantasy, the lack of th