Author of quotes: Nikolay Yakovlevich Agnivtsev. Page 1

Under the shadow of the Greek flag
Chatting with captain Costa,
Among the Islands of the Archipelago
I was reminded of Elagin island!
The same land island
Where without visas French,
You drove easy
Any cabby St. Petersburg...
And on a summer day, flowers colorful,
And indiausa Blizzard -
Flowers, flowers, Elagin island
A buttonhole of St. Petersburg!

Will the hour come
Peter and Paul chimes in,
When the capital for the first time
Will Shine in this terrible time
In tears how informed in diamonds?!
It possible to advance the hour
On Peter and Paul chimes?..
Will you come this year
Over Petersburg forever-call,
When the granite is to the dust will fall
And the blood will zarysie the sky
And gasp the solid granite Ston?!
Will you step this year
Over Petersburg forever-call?..

White night, white Lily of the valley
I'll stick grust in a buttonhole
And go for white tale
In the white mist...
View, view,
From Chain bridge someone
In an old-fashioned drape
Still looking into the distance...
The gentleman in the cloak quietly
About him whispered to another:
- "Nikolay Vasilyich Gogol
The writer of "Dead souls"...
In the Senate, frowning,
Oppression of the glittering sword
Stranger in a cocked hat
With a gun at their hip?
Why is it so strange-pale
Stranger in a cocked hat?
Why shrinks the loop
Gilt collar?..
Hark! To him, rattling weapons
From two sides two coming.
Came: "Colonel Pestel,
We sent you to the Emperor"!
White, dead strange night
Leaning over the Neva,
Remembers last
Strange town Petersburg!

View, view,
Here's a thought about something
Stranger in him,
Leaning on the parapet...
Peter's and Paul's stronghold
Beat Peter's chimes
Calling from the grave
The restless dead!
And immediately near the arch
Where Winter Groove
White Ghost White Ladies
A white cloud descended. . .
Rang somewhere spur
And dead granite
To the dead lady on a date
Racing dead officer! . .
- "Herman?" -"Lisa?.." And, immediately,
Looking up from granite,
The stranger in him
Proud profile turned.
- Alexander Sergeyevich, you know,
Is it you?.. One whose Name
My poems do not dare
To the end to say?!
White, dead strange night
Leaning over the Neva,
Remembers last
Strange town Petersburg...

But more than all the knights,
Worries me still
Unknown officer
Me on the shoulder scoliosi eyes!
And I said he would,
But here, in the top angry
To him, clenching his trembling lips,
My husband is now very nice.
Pardon! You seem to be asked
Who my husband? How would you say.
Among the brilliant names
It, alas, can not be called...
But it is in the hands of my toy!
Had heard you or not?
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
The kammerjunker and poet!..

Ah, I'm tired, so that even
Left, leaving the Royal ball!..
The Emperor in the Hermitage
With me tonight were dancing!
And I to this day all it seems:
The Imperial shoulder straps,
And compliment of the Empress.
And Prince bow.
Ah, there flashed uniforms!
(Just a head spin!)
The horse guards, cuirassiers,
And chamberlains, and pages!

She has a green bonnet
And the same eyes;
Her heart - prapor
Ring - turquoise!
Well, what of it?..
Called did she
Pigweed-Ivanna Ivanova
And lives too long
In that little house that slouches
At the corner of Vvedenskaya street
Behind the burned baths
Where under the window the bench,
And the Windows - kanareechka
And the geranium!
I envy miss!
Dear God, help me:
Oh, what kisses!
Ah, what a pie!..
We merely note here,
That is, in conscience to say,
Along with ensign it
It would be good to go.

"Kyuba!" "Contin!" "Bear!" "Donon!"
Whose names in champagne foam
Soared Nevskiy sky
In his glittering plexus!..
Will they never ring?!..
Will you not churn, as it did,
"Kyuba", "Contain", "Donon", "Bear"
Your broken glasses?!..
Let the Philistine crowd
Shrug indignantly -
There is no Petersburg no "Kyuba!"
There is no Petersburg no "Donna"...

Death with Madness staged a purse!
And, succeeding to the purple jacket,
In Petersburg priscacara from Gatchina,
Paul 1st came to the throne.
And Destiny in purple wrapped,
Quick March in century walked,
Urging the Russian gauntlet,
Crowned by God to be a corporal.
Death whispered a Frenzy anxiously:-
"Look: you see the Golden coffin?
In Russia the Monarch laid,
Her with the saints repose!"
Why so pale cheeks girl
Standing before the Grand Duchesses?
Why thin mouth of the crown Prince
A shiver of strange so twisted?
Why is heavy so sad
The Empress in this morning hour?
And with face pale Palena
Keeping a frightened eye?..
In the Palace, not all candles are extinguished,
Three candles are shining in the coffin of gold:
It is the Emperor strangled.
With His saints repose!

Then upada, then flying up,
From the Neva to the whole world around
Sparkles Pavlova 2nd
Diamond-glittering toe.
And The "Summer Buff"!! Oh, in a frenzy,
Nevsky rushes "bis",
When there is Vyaltseva in "Helen"
Plays Seversky Paris...
Skorogovorki compelling
In all sports in a hurry
Kurihin Fyodor at the Foundry
One hundred and eighteen roles!
But, Chu... Watch!.. How quickly the autumn
Descend from the sky tonight!..
In petropavlivka hits "8"
And I "Mariinsky" it is time!
Now, like flies on the cake
All the ladies there!.. Little!
- Ah, because there Sobinov understand
Today, "Lena" singing!

But in Eternity the fiery sunset
Gone are the old days.
And, now, in the 910-Ohm
Other rose names.
And his old are not granted,
Steadfast among the crowd
Varlamov, Hodotov, Davydov -
"Alexandrinsky" pillars...
Ah, Petersburg, in the fight with fate,
In the eyes of the sky zataya,
Burning lamp burning before thee
Komissarzhevskaya yours.

Ah, the noise of the wings Slivno-narrow!
Ah, backstage frivol!
Ah, the glitter of theatres of St. Petersburg!..
Everyone knows I am the Princess of the Mole!
I remember the happy moments...
I remember kneeling hall
When immortal Karatygin
Together with Immortality played!
And I see, as in a medallion,
As soon as that's gone sleep:
Toe flying Taglioni
And a clear profile Montbazon.
And through the centuries, until now
From the depths of gravestones
"La donna" young mazini
Still in my ears ringing...

Here the open window!
And thoughtfully sitting
In that window near the cat
Mrs. Agnes Schmidt.
Somewhere rhythmically hits "12"...
And looking at the stockings,
Began quietly to undress
Lady Agnes And...
Ah, Inessochka, Inessochka!
Dropped the curtains!..
In a moment, rather abruptly,
Completely by chance,
Suddenly, the curtain rose!..
- Ah, Agnes! AI-Yai-Yai!..
Beside her, in love, furious,
In perfect oblivion
Mr. bailiff
Passionately whispering something, And...
In a moment, awful hard
Someone's angry hand
Again rose the curtain.
- Oh, Agnes! Oh-Oh-Oh!..
Oh, how sad! Ah, what a pity
Losers in love!
Husband of Agnes with a thick stick
They fit quickly And...
Ah, Inessochka, Inessochka!
Dropped the curtains!..

This evening over the Neva
Rose mist!.. And grad Petra
Closed again with the head
In a white cloak and silver...
And immediately, to begin with,
With a languid cry, far,
Slipped and fell
The lady with the fly on the cheek.
- At the Foundry, right, right,
Near the third corner,
Where the Queen of Spades
According to the legend lived!
And in tears, after waiting a lot
So who helped her to her feet,
In distress became terrible
The lady handles swing.
And call lovely pens
To enter all feet
A guard Lieutenant
Instantly the lady to get help
What's next? Oh, spare!
Unknown to us the final.
We haven't seen... - Imagine
We... the fog... it got interrupted...
We say one thing only:
Was the Lieutenant really nice!..
And then, one passers-by
A kiss was heard.