It is said that people are divided into two roughly equal parts. Some of them, after getting on board the yacht for the first time, stay there for a while, then go ashore and live like before. The other ones fall ill forever. Ill with the wind, the sails and uncquenchable craving for wandering.
    I am one of the latter. I fell ill with the sea in summer, 1997, and since then I await the beginning of the yachting season with more impatience than the next book. Now I have my very own vessel - a Bermuda-rigged centerboarder. There was a time when his name was «Chingis», but after the troubles with a breach and long repair it was decided to change the name to «Pencil».
    Everyone not indifferent towards the voice of waves and tongue of sails, welcome!