Sergey Morozov Biography

The biography of Rostov on the Don I was born in the Soviet Union, in the city of five seas, in Rostov on the Don, in the year of employees: my father was a police major, mother of a doctor. My mother really wanted me to become a surgeon, but I did not see myself in this role at all and insisted on a sailor’s career. Mom was very upset but said: “Look, I wanted the best, but this is your choice and your responsibility.

But I will help you as I can, you can count on me! I recall with the respect and gratitude of my first captain, Mikhail Pavlovich Ganju. Mikhail Pavlovich was not a professional sailor, but was engaged in yachting like a hobby, but in his soul he was a real sea wolf who could do everything! He built his own yacht and invited me to her Jung. It was with him that I experienced my first joy of the open sea, wind and freedom!

I still remember how he once told me at the evening fire: “Life is too short to spend it on an unloved occupation. If you want to be a sailing captain - do it! And remember, if you are not allowed through the door, go through the window. If you don’t even go there, go through the chimney, but go. Winners, Sergey is not judged! In the year, having graduated from his distribution to the largest and most famous sailboat of the country - the Kruzenshttern Bark for the post of navigator, the 4th pom.

It was very difficult to achieve this distribution, I had to personally go to Moscow, to the deputy minister of the RX of Kosthetsky G. As a result, my distribution was by personal, by order from the ministry. Bark "Kruzenshtern" 4th pom. At the age of 20, I stepped on the bridge of this legendary sailboat by the fourth assistant captain, where I very soon realized that a person needs to learn to speak for two years, and sixty to learn how to keep his mouth shut ...

I was greeted with caution as a ministerial advancer and created “excellent” conditions for work. The school of life was wonderful both in the literal and figurative sense! My duties of the fourth assistant on board Kruzenshtern included the conduct of ship documentation and the chassis along with the senior assistant captain. In addition, I was the commander of the Bizan Machine and participated in sailing avarars to set and clean the sails.

There was so much work that it was possible to sleep in fragments for an hour. But it was a favorite job, in joy! We went along the Baltic Sea, went down to the Atlantic, made transitions around Europe to the Black Sea. We went to cruising yachts, trained cadets, participated in international competitions "Sailing". In general, they did the same work as on Kruzenshtern, only on yachts.

At that time we were the first yachtsmen who received a salary for this. At this wonderful time, there were only two of us throughout the country: Sergey Shishkov, the senior assistant captain with Kruzenshtern and me. I got married in the year. The daughter of Alexander was born. We lived well, but happily. I was certainly happy - my favorite work, beloved wife, child, youth.

It seemed that the whole world at my feet! With the beginning of the collapse of the Soviet Union and the Independence Parade of the Baltic states, my work in the Astrybprom association ended. With sadness, I had to say goodbye to Kruzenshtern, it was urgently overtaken to Kaliningrad.

I finished the work on Barka with the second assistant captain in the year. My company served and sold yachts and boats. They were just starting to buy in Russia, in Estonia, the market was empty. The glorious time was interesting. It was necessary to sell not only yachts and boats. Sometimes orders were also received for large -capacity vessels. There was where to buy and there was someone to sell.

In the year I divorced. It was then that I understood the depth of wisdom Erich Maria Remarca, voiced in the novel “Triumphal Arch”: “Let the woman live for several days with such a life that you usually cannot offer her, and you will surely lose her. Fortunately, my daughter completely supported me and we left with her in England, where we lived happily for four years.

Southampton, England, exit. They walked along one map - the northern part of the Atlantic Ocean. They walked manually, along the old manual GPS, without refrigerators, solar panels, auto-ruler or self-stitching. But the funny thing was that we were going without documents. Estonian certificates of foreigners living in Estonia have already been expired. We have not received English documents yet.

But it was necessary to go, because at any moment the ex -wife could forcibly take away the daughter, which neither Alexander nor I really wanted. Therefore, I walked along the passport of a sailor of the Soviet Union. You can imagine the expression of the persons of customs officers and border guards in the countries where we were forced to enter! Sorry, I did not take pictures of them!

It was not easy. Sasha was only thirteen years old, but we have come and we still call this swimming - five thousand miles of happiness! Canada, Caliphals Canada. I am with my daughter Alexandra. Until my daughter has grown up, I worked on the shore, repaired yachts, distilled the waters of Canada. Often we drove boats with Alexandra. Each time she became smarter, more experienced.

I wrote about the most interesting voyages in the popular magazine "Boats and Yachts". Funny was a swimming but interesting!Then, for the first time, the cape of good hope bypassed. Using readers of the blog, like-minded people and relatives, he bought and installed the missing equipment: self-stitching, wind generator, solar panel, VHF-radio. To get better to get acquainted with the route and swimming conditions of a large -scale, unprecedented circulation on a funny boat, on December 5, I started my solid sailing around the world.

As they say: “Sometimes a decisive step forward is the result of a good kick from behind! Grand Bagama, crew of the Hikari yacht. The problems began immediately after the start. I still did not have time to get out of the Calipax Bay as the engine failed. In the stormy, winter North Atlantic, a new newly set Cape Horn Self-stitching ceased to work. Its design has not been designed for winter storms and winds by force of nodes.

In a point storm, at a wind speed of more than 60 knots, they could not stand it and began to break at the seams of the old sails, although I carried them at least. Kapron threads, alas, were rotten from the long storage of sails in a raw boat. Repeated running tests did not reveal this problem before the release. Bermuda, Kariba, Panama Canal, Pacific Ocean, Galapago Islands ... Six months flew by unnoticed among different countries, new acquaintances and friends.

Serious breakdowns on Nuka-Khiva, the Marquis Islands, forced us to deviate from the course and go to Hawaii, where when we completely renovated, we returned to the line of our route to the western Samoa. Torresov Strait, one of the most insidious straits on the planet. The entire bottom of the strait is dedicated to the fragments of the dead ships. The strongest oncoming southwest wind almost threw it on one of the many islands, but there was all a map of the round-axle route on the Hikari yacht.

In Madagascar, we were almost thrown into a fire, on which two Europeans were burned alive. Off the coast of South Africa in the Mozambik Strait, a flurry of the steering wheel was torn off, the boat began to be carried away to the open ocean. But I managed to return the control of the boat and after a few days to care for the port of Richards Bay, South Africa.

There I had to linger for 3 months while we made a new steering wheel. Then again, the cape of good hope with his difficult norov and strongest southwest storms, the island of St. Elena, the Caribbean ... But on May 21, we safely re-garnished in the port of the Caliphate, completing our round-the-world voyage, from where we started it in December. Caliphals, Canada.

The Pheny Clothings on May 21, with her daughter Alexandra, in a circle of light, was constantly accompanied by my cat - Tsylya. In the Bagams, we adopted the red, three -haired cat Ali and off the coast of America, near Miami Tsylya gave birth to her first -born - Miami! All the Pacific and Indian oceans we went four - I and my cat crew. In Mauritius, in Port Louis, saving Tsyl and Miami from a pack of dogs, our favorite Ali died heroically, so the three of us came to the finish line.

Clotch was not a light walk. I had to fight with the elements and human meanness. Work on yourself, exploit the body and equipment at the limit of their capabilities. But I am satisfied with the result of my circulation. I looked close to how winds and currents work along the entire route of my fun project.