Navigāre necesse est, vivere non est necesse
It is necessary to swim, it is necessary to live.
Plutarch reports ("Comparative Lives", Pompey, ch. 50) that when Pompey, who had received emergency powers from the Senate to deliver grain from Sardinia, Sicily and Africa to Rome, was preparing for the return journey, a storm broke out, making the voyage extremely dangerous, But Pompey, without hesitation, was the first to board the ship and, with the exclamation “It is necessary to sail, there is no need to live,” gave the order to sail.
Navigare necesse est... This is a Latin saying, an ancient sailor's saying. “It is necessary to sail on the sea...” Once upon a time the sea for a person was endless, boundless, unclear and therefore constantly alluring - and what is there further, beyond the horizon? (It is necessary to sail on the sea ( TVNZ, 7.III 1974).)
He [Yu. A. Gagarin] knew how to keep up everywhere. His famous smile has not faded with time, it has not only turned into protective agent. Superman? No, a common person He was made of flesh and blood, but he was a man of good leaven and of very strong tempering. This is what makes it so dear. Have you ever dreamed of flying? Dreamed. I didn’t talk about it often, but I did. And he had certain plans... Such people should have been given two centuries to live, but he lived an offensively short time. Before last minute lived to a high standard. "Navigare necesse est - vivere non est necesse" - "It is necessary to sail on the sea..." ( Right there.)
“It is not so necessary to live, but it is necessary to sail the seas.” This phrase was born a long time ago. For centuries people repeated it in ancient Latin. And each navigator found his own meaning in these wise words. Sea captain Octavian Vitoldovich Andrzejewski heard this ancient phrase from his father at the age of 15, setting off on his first voyage. 45 years have passed since then. Andrzejewski has been driving ships all over the world for 45 years. (It is necessary to sail on the sea... (Smena, 22.VI.1975).)
Ancient sayings sometimes lose their belonging to a specific time. They always seemed to sound the same. Although this is, of course, not true. There is a well-known Latin formula: “Navigare necesse est” - “It is necessary to sail on the sea.” Before becoming a truism, it has long been an expression of courage bordering on insolence. (Trace of Man (Pravda, 1.I 1976).)
Latin-Russian and Russian-Latin dictionary of popular words and expressions. - M.: Russian Language. N.T. Babichev, Ya.M. Borovskaya. 1982 .
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navigare necesse est, vivere non necesse- Latino: navigare è necessario, vivere non è necessario. Storica frase che Pompeo, secondo Plutarco (Vita di Pompeo, 50), avrebbe rivolto ai suoi marinai i quali, spaventati da un burrasca non volevano lasciare i porti africani per trasportare a... ... Dizionario dei Modi di Dire per ogni occasione
- (Lat. it is necessary to swim, there is no need to live) a phraseological turn used when talking about the need to courageously move forward, overcoming difficulties, about loyalty to duty to people, the state, etc. According to Plutarch (... ... Wikipedia
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Navigare necesse est... This is a Latin saying, an ancient sailor's proverb: “It is necessary to swim...” Once upon a time the sea for a person was endless, boundless, unclear and therefore constantly alluring: what is there further, beyond the horizon?
In ancient times, when no one knew that the Earth was a ball, a line of human wisdom was cast. The full saying is written as follows: “It is necessary to sail on the sea, but it is not so necessary to live.” The depth of thought lies in the fact that people have always valued knowledge of the world around them more than life itself. Discovering the unknown is always risky. But man has consciously taken risks since the cradle of his history. Otherwise, we would not know the outlines of the continents, the depths of the ocean, the expanse of deserts, the height and thickness of the snow. Everything was gained by daring. Every step is marked by courage, a challenge to danger and hardship.
It is impossible to list everyone who, bit by bit and piece by piece, has assembled the current image of the Earth; their name is Humanity. But our memory keeps and will keep the brightest names forever: Columbus, Magellan... Our century has added to this list the name:...
It is necessary to sail on the sea... Gagarin had the good fortune to affirm the philosophical breadth of this thought, because it was no longer about the sea, not about the Earth as a whole, people stepped into the space that lies outside the Earth.
Everything that happens after the first step always exceeds the size of the first step. But those who walk the beaten path and the wide road will certainly remember the first effort, the first time they dared. People now live in space for weeks, months. But it took more than a hundred minutes of life for Gagarin to make everything else possible.
The reason for this conversation is Gagarin’s birthday. On March 9 he would have turned forty years old. Of course, it is sad that we celebrate the date of human maturity without the person himself. But it should be remembered: Gagarin, even after the summit, lived by the law: “It is necessary to sail on the sea...”
Gagarin has two birthdays. The first, quiet and inconspicuous, is in a peasant house. The second is in full view of the whole Earth. The second birth evoked many feelings: “He is a man - a messenger of the Earth,” “he is ours, Soviet.” And, perhaps, the most important feeling is “he is the same as everyone else,” he was born in a peasant house, he ran barefoot as a boy, he knew the need... The highest pride ordinary people- to see a person from your environment at the pinnacle of success. This gives a person hope, strength and faith. That is why the Smolensk guy in one hour became a citizen and favorite of the Earth. Thirteen years have already passed since that April (how time flies!). We remember: in maternity hospitals in those days most boys were given the name Yuri. These guys are thirteen now. Gagarin is already history for them. The living appearance is gradually overshadowed by monuments, songs and poems, names of ships, villages, stations and squares - the usual and natural way from life to legend. And therefore it is very important on Gagarin’s birthday to remember him as a living person.
I knew Gagarin closely. I met him at the cosmodrome, at a wedding, fishing, at a meeting of scientists, at the honorary presidium, in a cheerful Komsomol flea market and at home, surrounded by children. I saw Gagarin in clothes hung with honorary orders of many states. And I saw him in satin shorts, when the cosmonaut slapped his legs with his palms, fighting off mosquitoes. There are people who knew Gagarin closer and deeper. I think the best book about him that has not yet been written will be a book of memoirs. Simple, artless, each one or two pages of memories. Mother, childhood friends, spaceship designer, statesman, Gagarin’s wife, a rocket scientist at the launch, cosmonauts... Each one says a word - and we will receive a living testimony about a person very dear to us.
If I had to participate in this book, I would write my page about the first meeting. Then, on April 12, 1961, we still did not know who this person was, there was only a last name and some biographical details. We couldn’t wait to see the astronaut, and reporter Pavel Barashev and I, having overcome mountains of obstacles, received permission to fly to the landing area. We were the only passengers on the huge IL-18 plane. The flight attendant clearly knew some secret. And without much effort we became its owners: “This plane will deliver to Gagarin tomorrow.”
In Kuibyshev, new barricades of obstacles awaited us, but around four in the afternoon we still made our way into the fortress guarding the astronaut. It was a house on the banks of the Volga. There was billiards in the large hall. We began to chase the balls, looking impatiently at the large oak door. It was from here, as it seemed to us, that the astronaut should have emerged. We mistook the thin, handsome lieutenant, who ran down the narrow wooden stairs from above, for an adjutant, who, of course, should be here...
— Are you from Komsomolskaya Pravda? — the lieutenant said, smiling welcomingly.
A glittering train of elderly generals and doctors in civilian clothes on the stairs from above immediately clarified everything: we were talking with Gagarin! But there is nothing heroic in the person. Height is below average. It's cut, however, extremely well. There are cheerful sparkles in the eyes. An endearing smile. All the thoughtful questions that we had prepared for the astronaut turned out to be out of place. I should have asked something very simple. Gagarin helped us out.
- How is Moscow?
We had newspapers with the first story about the astronaut, with pictures of his house. This was the first mirror of glory, and Gagarin looked into it with boyish curiosity.
- Yes, this is Valya and her daughter...
We recovered and hurried with questions about health and well-being. They asked us to play billiards. Gagarin readily took up the cue and immediately showed that he did not intend to lose. The game, however, did not work out. One of us was fussing with filming, and the medical generals had their own duties - with jokes, hand in hand, but they persistently took Lieutenant Gagarin away from us. Turning from the stairs, he winked and showed his hand, saying, we’ll finish the game... The astronaut slept well that night, as always. But Barashev and I did not fall asleep. Having sent a note to the newspaper, they answered the same question for a long time. Everyone in the editorial office wanted to know: what is he like? Then almost until the morning we sat near the receiver - on different languages the word Gagarin was continuously repeated on the air.
In the morning, the hall where we started the billiard room yesterday was filled with eminent citizens of the city of Kuibyshev - plant directors, heads of various departments. Everyone had a gift for the astronaut. And everyone was brought here by boundless curiosity: what is he like? And then there was a sea of people in which the IL-18 seemed like a small fish. Gagarin, wearing a brand new major's uniform, stood on the stairs, raising his hands in greeting. But the sea did not want to let him go. One word flew over the field: Ga-ga-rin! At that moment it was clear: the guy would not have an easy life.
This was the second birth of Gagarin. Thus began a test of human strength, a more severe test than crossing the boundaries of space. Did he himself expect to be at the pinnacle of attention, curiosity and worship? Five minutes before boarding at Vnukovo, I sat down next to him. The plane was flying just over the Kremlin. The streets were crowded with people.
- In honor of you... Did you expect it?
Gagarin was embarrassed and visibly agitated. He knew, of course, the price of everything that he had done the day before yesterday morning, but he clearly did not expect it, did not imagine this avalanche of feelings centered around his name...
And then there were seven more years of life, intense life in front of people. Job. Family. Friends. Everything was like others. But there was still a difficult, lifelong honor - to be a symbol of the nation, the personification of everything that stood behind his hundred-eight-minute flight. The full severity of this load was known only to Gagarin. But he never complained. He knew how to be on time everywhere. His famous smile has not faded with time, nor has it turned into just a protective device. Superman? No, he was an ordinary man of flesh and blood, but he was a man of good leaven and very strong temperament. This is what makes it so dear. Have you ever dreamed of flying? Dreamed. I didn’t talk about it often, but I did. And he had certain plans... Such people should have been given two centuries to live, but he lived an offensively short time. But he lived well. Until the last minute he lived according to a high standard: “Navigare necesse est, vivere non est necesse” - “It is necessary to sail on the sea...”
March 1974
V.PESKOV
Today, the Russian sailing ship Kruzenshtern, which is sailing around the world, will enter the Golden Horn Bay. There is something symbolic in the fact that he comes to Vladivostok on March 28 - the same day when exactly two years ago the frigate Nadezhda, assigned to Vladivostok, returned.
I was asked many times: “Why was it necessary to start this circumnavigation? After all, it costs a lot of money, especially since later life won't these cadets have to work on sailboats?" And it is sometimes difficult to explain to people, in most cases far from the sea, that ocean practice is so necessary for today's cadets. That sailing throughout the world is recognized as the best maritime practice for novice sailors. What for the country, sending her sailboat around the world, this is a demonstration of her strength, economic power and flag, so necessary in resolving diplomatic and trade issues. That this is a connection with those compatriots who various reasons is outside of it. It took me some time to formulate a succinct and at the same time comprehensive answer. Everything fell into place when, in the distant port of Suva in Fiji, we met a sailing ship of the Indian Navy under the command of Captain 3rd Rank P.K. Garg, the three-masted barque "Tarangini", which, like the "Nadezhda", circumnavigated the world.
In a booklet dedicated to this voyage, published at the beginning and telling about its entire route, about the background of the idea and the implementation of a circumnavigation, I found the following words: “The task of the voyage of the barque Tarangini is not only that young officers and cadets learn sailing The main task is to develop the spirit of adventure in people, instill in everyone such qualities as teamwork skills, constant readiness, flexibility of thinking, physical endurance, leadership qualities, and develop the ability to make and implement decisions in difficult sailing conditions. teach cadets not to be afraid of swimming in the World Ocean."
Why do we sometimes have doubts about the need for such voyages? I am probably old-fashioned and spoiled in this matter by my Soviet upbringing, but the word “patriotism” for me is not an empty phrase, but an educational one. sailing ship is precisely one of the important links in educational process future specialists navy, patriots of their homeland. We can and should be proud that the country is able to send a sailing ship on such a long and difficult voyage, which took place, as they say, “as usual.” And in all the ports of the world, the flag of the Primorsky Territory flew on the begin yard. After repairs in Poland, on the upper fore-topsail we carried the coat of arms of Russia, and on the wing of the bridge the Ussuri tiger, depicted on the coat of arms of Vladivostok, proudly flaunted.
All this once again proved that the Primorsky Territory and Vladivostok are not backwaters at all, but, although a distant outskirts of Russia, are still one of the main outposts of a powerful naval force.
“Navigare necesse est, vivere non est necesse” (“It is necessary to sail on the sea, but there is no need to live”) - this ancient Latin saying will excite people’s imagination for a long time. A person will always be pulled beyond the horizon. And that’s why someone will always go on a long voyage. Ships are born to sail the seas, and sailing ships are born to make “sea wolves” out of yesterday’s boys. Therefore, this circumnavigation was most needed by those young guys, 189 cadets and two cabin boys, who were about to enter life, especially sea life. This voyage, I am sure, made them stronger, more resilient, more self-confident, and left indelible impressions for the rest of their lives, memories of which will warm their souls in the harshest moments.
So that the boys' eyes sparkle, so that they return home matured and stronger, so that they love and are proud of their country, region and city, so that they consciously comprehend the wisdom of their profession and never regret their choice - this is the main thing for the sake of which it is necessary to carry out such circumnavigation of the world.
From the editor: everyone will be able to visit Kruzenshtern on March 31, April 1 and 3. Access will be open from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. Excursions for schoolchildren are conducted by appointment. An order can be made by calling 26-56-62.
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It is necessary to sail on the sea.
Living is not so necessary.
Gnaeus Pompey, Roman general
Part one
“I still don’t see,” Xang repeated gloomily.
He didn't like emergency situations. When an unaccounted factor suddenly creeps into an impeccably streamlined work, this is wrong. It shouldn't be this way. This means that it was his fault, the storm captain’s, that he did not take into account all possible contingencies...
However, such it was almost impossible to foresee an accident.
He folded the useless pipe with a crash and threw it on the chart table: it was not only the smoke that made it difficult to inspect the shore - the outside glass of the porthole was covered with soot and soiled with bird droppings. The sailors could not cope with cleaning the deck - ash fell from the gray skies incessantly, large flakes, like fluff from a torn pillow, and the hordes of birds that occupied the masts and superstructures of the Admiral Frast in search of salvation from imminent death, crap so much that the Admiral Frast, the pride of the Gidernian fleet, gradually turned into a formal chicken coop.
Xang turned to Raban:
- Show me again what they conveyed there...
Raban readily handed over the folded piece of paper.
“To the Storm Captain. Spur. I order you to immediately send a patrol boat to the point of departure of this message,” it read. “I have information that is vital for the future of the entire city.”
- This is all? – Xeng asked, for some reason turning the dispatch over. WITH reverse side the sheet, of course, was pristinely clean. - Without a signature?
- Without. The message was repeated eight times, word for word... and the last time it was interrupted mid-sentence.
“Spur” from time immemorial in the Hydernian system of code signals meant: “Extremely urgent, conveyed to the addressee immediately.” Plus, “I order.” He orders, you see... But now there are no residents of the island state on the Tourant coast. Can't be. Must not be…
- So. – Xang re-read the mysterious message, written in the calligraphic handwriting of a full-time cryptographer, for the third time. But it didn’t become clearer at all. “Let’s start from the beginning...” He winced. – Yes, and relax, in the end. Not at a report to the Admiralty.
Raban barely noticeably changed his position to a slightly more relaxed one (the noble baldric with a sword at his side clinked quietly), glanced briefly at the ship's chronometer mounted above the hatch door from the control room, and monotonously repeated the report, looking somewhere over the commander's head... It seems, even the word repeated in word:
“Three quarters of an hour ago, the poop watch observer received seven, with a one-minute break, of the same type of encrypted messages from the shore. The fact of reception, according to the Code, was confirmed by a signal from the poop spotlight. Since each message was preceded by a general naval signal “ Special attention", the dispatch was immediately sent for decryption. Then the signal “Identify yourself” was given, but there was no response... After decoding, the dispatch was immediately delivered to the storm captain in the wheelhouse... The report was completed.
Baron Xang remained unperturbed, although his lips turned white.
– And decryption took forty minutes? – he asked calmly, studiously ignoring the overly formal tone of his interlocutor. Deliberately statutory. One might say - mockingly.
No, he’s not a bastard, is he?! Even now, when the slightest delay is like death in the most literal, non-metaphorical sense, Raban poses as a kind of stupid staff officer, for whom the letter of the Code is more valuable than anything else. And thinking and making decisions is, they say, the commander’s concern... Xeng did not like the gram-captain and, in general, did not hide his feelings. And in general, which sailor, pray tell, loves the bloodhounds from the PRB Department? It’s one thing to endure on board, but to love – that’s a no-brainer...
“The code used by the sender was changed by the Admiralty a year ago,” the gram-captain answered, still not looking at the commander. - The codebreakers had to work hard before they found the required code and...
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