Ukraine Russia

Ukraine or Russia I was in the Soviet Union once, sailed through the the Dardanelles into the Black Sea into Ukraine The center of the town, a pompous avenue void of cars Loudspeakers played military marches to strengthen the bond between the ruled and the rulers The older seamen were looking for prostitutes, but there were none, it was a drab place that appeared as if it was grieving It was a bit hazy, (I was so young,) I think we were at a naval club both men, and hefty women who wanted me to sit on their lap, they also gave me white wine, very sweet cakes, and a cigarette with a long paper filter. The next I knew we were in Island, a wintry chromatically democratic land, where white wine was illegal.