The Locket
I was young. So young. I was there at the laying of the keel of this lucky corvette, the RFS Sergey Gorshkov, and I rode the mighty sluices and slaps along the 1000 meter cut into the Baltic, from Baltiysky Zavod shipyard into the cold Baltic Sea, and so did Ekaterina. Ekaterina Galina Sokolova, my beloved, who pushed her hand deep into my jacket pocket so that others might not see, and pressed her locket into my palm. I had bought the jewelry for her at a fine store in town, and put a picture of us in each side, facing one another.