Author of quotes: Nikolay Yakovlevich Agnivtsev

You don't believe it?... Me too!

Do you remember the old days,
When all life has been going after strange?!
How were they festive
St. Petersburg on the Neva river!!
Do you remember the night, suddenly,
Shot red lightning
And in the morning they put Saint Petersburg
Youth carnation in the lapel?..
Ah, who could know, looking at that time
On the bicentennial of the giant,
What strikes his last hour
On Peter and Paul chimes!..
And now, some days came!
And exiles these days
Go away from their land
The heavy tread of centuries! . .
Do you remember the old days,
When all life has been going after strange?!
How were they festive
St. Petersburg on the Neva!..

Was the day and hour when sadly
Stepping into the noisy crowd,
The crust of bread shook
The Alexandrian pillar!..
As laughed lanes
Avenues, streets!.. And suddenly
Before a three-roll
Bent prostrate Saint Petersburg!..
And the ringing of the morning
Grinds clang hungry plates!..
And that's from hunger shook
Elizabethan granite!..
Sighed the old Palazzo...
And finally at the columns
Went to the Nevsky sold
The splendor of his great grandfather's time!..
And immediately hunched facades...
And, with clenched teeth, over the Neva
An eight-bulk
Stand with outstretched hand.
Oh how scary-just
Fit your days to an end!..
- Post the Troitsky bridge,
- Post Winter Palace!..

Eh you understand, foreign countries,
Me in my madness?..
After all, it is Youth of fog
Me waving a white sleeve!..
Last whisper vaccinated,
From St. Petersburg only one
I am left with only this
Matchbox Lapshin...

You haven't been on the channel?
On plunged into sadness
Catherine's channel
Where the water is heavier than steel
For two hundred years to run tired
And run again, just eh...
You probably there before?
Not been to - so sorry!
Eros is in the night once, secretly
Above the city flew,
And dropped an arrow by accident
In the Catherine canal.
The old channel, in the excitement of strange,
Zapenili, bubbled around
And suddenly - the Indian ocean
He felt a sudden!..
And tablesaws sidewalks,
Wept, languished and sighed
Parallel Cleaning old
Catherine canal...
But, Sink is a woman. And smartly
Deciding love Affairs, -
Ah!.. - Kryukov canal, the Moika river
The course gave!..
Awful hurt of passion the sting!..
And there were yellow on the last
From the machinations of the Kryukov canal
Catherine's channel!..

Coulibiac "Dominica",
Patty from "Quisisana",
"Solov" sandwich...
Here's a triptych of a little wild,
Here's triptych is a bit strange
And jumping in your mouth!..
Every afternoon, drawing his faces
Before me out of the fog
Three ghosts gets:
- Coulibiac "Dominica",
Patty from "Quisisana",
"Solov" sandwich!..

Dawn breaks! Distance calls
In the vortex sleigh bells!..
The three seemed to freeze at the gate...
- "Come on, Peter, to the Gypsies!"...
Yelled a voice sounded Peter: "PA-a-a-d!"
(The guy he takovski!)
And left behind
Kamennoostrovsky!..
Leib - hussar mustache
Instantly covered with hoarfrost...
And buried all the noses
In gray overcoats!..
And, through the snowy adamant,
Dashing for drinking,
Flew to Samarkand
Foaming threes!
- "Toussaint! Toussaint! Toussaint!
"Makama Choco!..
"TSE-e-elovatsya hot!"...

When you will see, suddenly,
Suddenly beneath the trembling veil
The old lush Petersburg
Rises as a Ghost before me:
The December streets white,
Neva and Kamennoostrovskiy,
And the peace dialect Kuprin,
And trills Lydia Lipkovski;
And tube noisy "AI",
And Vilbushevich with De Lazari;
Pages permanent your
The piano and the guitar;
And all meets your house
Where not hear the words: "Hush!"
And inextricably with you
Alexandrinsky Billboard!..
You are the banner of my youth,
You are in the shower to this day!..
You're the reflection of the St. Petersburg days
On the fabric of our exile!

And pulls in relentless passion,
To you the world its mouth
Paris guy de Maupassant,
A laughing Paris love!
And I'm taking back a lot
Good in the family chests:
And bars of gold from the Urals,
And rings fashioned in the rocks!
Let Paris there to marvel at,
Their frantic rossevelt,
At silver Fox,
The ermine and sable!
But the food is all well with the longing in my heart I am.
More expensive I Luggage all
Here is the amulet on the neck,
In her handful of native of my land!
Oh, and in the alleys of the Luxembourg
And in the noise of the main dining room -
Misty phantom of Petersburg
In front of me were everywhere!..
Let it's invisible! He let far!
But in the DIN of the Paris days
Always, as in a locket curl,
Saint-Petersburg - in my soul!

To Paris! To Paris! It's strange sweet
You heart, at this moment, knock!..
Good-bye, pink mists,
Neva and Peter! - In Paris! To Paris!
There the smoke of the world frenzy,
Rue de la Paix, Grande Opera
Wine drenched boulevards
And carnivals until the morning!
Paris - love Chimera!
All fell before you already!
The Paris of Balzac and Baudelaire,
The Paris of Dumas, and of Beranger!
Paris kokotos and absinthe
Frozen Paris Louvre niches
The Paris Commune and the Convention
And - all Right Paris!
Paris bustling Montmartre
Paris Velenovsky poems
Paris banners Bonaparte,
Paris seventeen centuries!

A bouquet from "Eilers!"... You hear the motive
These two words, alas, so soon tsvineva?..
A bouquet from "Eilers," - that contrary
The multi-columned Kazan Cathedral!..
And I remember that not so long ago -
Do you remember my flowers? as in the white-white room
On the bedside table carved from old panels
You stood in the crystal, on the Kryukov canal?
Glittered on the window patterns icy ligature,
Rang hum sledge sparkling run,
And fall fun December snow swirling!
A bouquet from "Eilers" after all, is not afraid of snow!..
But in three days over the Neva century swept!
Now not to color! And with all of the bouquet
As cut a strand from the expensive hair
There was only the flower is dried that's the one!..
A bouquet from "Ehlers" has long been dried up!..
For me now, weeping in exile
In the dried flower trembling last breath
St. Petersburg days that have melted in the fog!

In Constantinople a Turk
Lay, torn and filthy,
"Plan of the city of St. Petersburg"
("In a square inch - 300 yards...")
And shuddered at the memories,
And metering step, and my eyes wet...
In my anguish, as in the plan:
- "In a square inch - 300 yards!..

And, leaning against the colonnade,
Stand firm series
Palaces of granite community
Over blackened Neva!..
Rings the avenues and boulevards,
And in the infinity of night
On the wet slabs of the sidewalk
Crushed the glow of lanterns...

Hey, century! Ah, where are you
Fun the age of Elizabeth,
Dressed in gold and silk?!
When, in the night, stepping left,
Went on a date, like Romeo,
To the Empress the whole regiment;
When the Royal festival
Sergeants languidly danced
Empress minuet...
- Liked to have fun
Merry Empress
Elisavet!
Hey, century! Ah, where are you
Fun the age of Elizabeth,
When on the square in Haymarket,
The executioner donated shirt
To the feet of the Queen with black block
Threw language Lopukhina!..
And shouted with a drunken grin:
"Hey, you, honest people, don't hang around
Who language? Take, or not?! "