Ships ply the seven sea. They puff and chug, and the waves slap against their sides as theyhurry on their different ways. One has a tall smokestack, another has a squat one. Some can pull three barges along easily, while others can barely get themselves moving. Each one is different.Their stories are different, too. Ships are like people, each one wondrous and like no other.Translated from the Russian by Fainna SolaskoDrawings by Vladimir Surikov