Author of quotes: Nikolay Yakovlevich Agnivtsev. Page 2

Barouche, buggies, limousines,
Emblems, wallets, trifles,
Diamonds, pearls, rubies
To the sunset - all on the Arrow!
Street the fountain in each lady
Chord hermanovski bottles,
And breathes fine spirits
From the verdant lawns!..
And in the continuous maze
Emblems, stones and toilets
Raised cylinders,
And proudly squint lorgnettes.
And the Sun, as a final effect,
Comes with a view of putovati
For St. Petersburg specifically -
A particularly fiery sunset!..

Moscow and Kiev began to tremble,
When Peter, in Finnish rock cod,
Foot of gold and steel
Swamp Neva trampled...
And howled the whip!.. And in no time
Movement of the Tsar's hand suddenly -
From the mud swamps of the Neva -
Soared Empire Petersburg:
And still, naprotiv back
Keep on the backs of grad vintage
A hundred thousand dead skeletons
Unknown Russian men!..
And now, through the centuries,
From the ground, Recalling the whip
You hear that, Peter, as in these days
You autaut they?..

Ah, Saint-Petersburg, everything about you is very strange
Silver-Ghost town of mist!
Ah, Petersburg, beauties "fly",
Palaces, canals, Nevsky yours!
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
The parapet over the river Neva!
And white at night, how ridiculous,
Forgetting the day, all night without sleep
On the Peter and Paul fortress
To look from a dark window!..
And, just locked up in the living room of the shop,
Rushing to the sky until the morning
The sobbing Lisa from Grooves
Copper and the tramp Peter!..

Ah, how nice a day of spring
To snatch an hour on the boardwalk
And for gallant adventures
To go to a fun Summer garden.
There, among the crowd zhantilny-flexible,
Always keeping sad,
With a rueful smile
Lieutenant Lermontov worth it!

Saint Petersburg - granite city,
Vneseny Word over the Neva,
Where the sky long ago ripped
Admiralty needle!
As a reality, woven into your fogs
Vision two hundred years of dreams
Oh, the illusive and strange
Of all Russian cities!
No wonder Pushkin Rastrelli,
A flash of lightning in ages
So sang the Titanic
You are of granite and in verse!
And may night in the white smoke
And in the howling winter snowstorms
You're all beautiful - the incomparable
Brilliant St. Petersburg!

Where the Russian Cleopatra
Iron sight are so proud
The Alexandrinsky theatre
Chased stands the array.
And the night hushed Nevsky
Looking for a bronze pediment,
White shadow Komissarzhevskaya
Between the historic columns...
You, of Petersburg, paternal affection
I'm proud of it!.. I know:
Was your last tale
Komissarzhevskaya your...
Softer this tale - no!
Ah, Petersburg, me divit,
How could make up a story this
Dreaming your granite?!

Paris, new York, Berlin and London
Which chord! But let them rock!
All four one pattern is given,
The same pot!
Roar: motors, people, walls,
Beeps, display cases, wire...
And, completely stunned,
On the roofs beating the train!
From the sans-culottes to the Beau Monde,
In a single burst of age-old,
Paris, new York, Berlin and London
Rushing at a gallop for a fiver!..
In this stake world,
One for the whole world around,
Disdainfully raised an eyebrow Empire
Granite master Petersburg!

Tell me what can be
Beautiful Nevsky prospect,
When evening lights thread
Start a measured drawing
In the mist red twists?!
Tell me what can be
Beautiful Nevsky prospect?..
Tell me what can be
Beautiful may white nights,
When will Former build
Centuries gray gray thread
And to return the want century?!
Tell me what can be
Beautiful may white nights?..
Tell me what can be
Beautiful ladies of Petersburg,
When she wants to twist
Love fine thread
Hand sloppy and narrow?!
Tell me what can be
Beautiful ladies of Petersburg?. .

In my endless exile
I saw all of than the world divit:
From the Eiffel tower to the eternal
A legend-call of the pyramids!..
And here is the "you" I with the whole world!
And looking around all around,
Write molten Empire
On the solar disk: "Petersburg".

A colorful Gypsies
On the Black river, past the bridge
When in the predawn fog
Everything tumbles upside down;
When motors string
Flies, trembling on the Island
When so sweetly spinning
From Roederer, the head!..
It possible you passionate
Not young for a hundred years,
At the may day gathering red
Bustling University?
Can it be true dreamy Shura
Didn't leave by the window
You a brief address for Cupid:
"V. O. 7 L. D. 20-a?"
Really, you are admired
On Theban sphinxes couple?
Really, you didn't kiss
Pocelueva on the bridge?
Really white night in may
You are wandering in the Neva?
I don't understand.
My God, how unhappy you are!..

Really, you did not pass
Little strange the sky
Old fashioned "Imperial"
On the Petersburg side?
Can it be true, of glasses languidly narrow
CEDA green peppermint,
At the feet of the beautiful women of St. Petersburg
You are throwing a compliment?
And very irritated
Factories of the Vyborg horn?
And white dinner "Donna?"
And "Dominica" pie?

Can it be true in wandering around the world
You will not pierce even once, suddenly,
Lightning rapier
Steel the word "Petersburg"?
Really, Pushkin, Dostoevsky,
The palaces of the frozen parade square,
Neva and Nevsky Milanna
You do not say?
And the throne of the Russian Cleopatra
In his garden, and contrary
The Alexandrinsky theatre
Unshaken array?
Can it be true no one knows you even
The façade of the colonnades of Kazan?
The Caryatids Of The Hermitage?
Soaring Peter, and the Summer garden?

As startled brain, as heart sank!
All-day, all night without sleep!..
Today in hand I got
Matchbox Lapshin.
Ah, the heart is a slave of old habits,
For vision suddenly
A small box of matches
I stood all giant Petersburg:
Isaac, Peter, Neva, Nevskiy Prospect,
Stassano-lapping Passage,
And smooth Kamennoostrovsky,
And the fabulous Hermitage
And the first joy of summer lightning,
And sadness,the first tear,
And someone's long eyelashes,
And someone's gray eyes.

As your heart beats! And in sorrow,
For a moment, returning to its former,
In front of me gave off
St. Petersburg prospects!..
And cut blocks
Emerge suddenly from the darkness
St. Petersburg channels,
Saint-Petersburg bridges!
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Let the orange of three avenues
Radiant Shine with gold,
I Petersburg the rain sweeter
Than the sun thousands of Grand!..
Let bows his head lower,
But neither friends nor enemies
For all of new York and Paris
One birch will not give up!
I Paris, since he's not Russian?!
Ah, for me under the rain and hail
On each pedestal Petersburg
Blossoms champagne grapes!
And enveloping all living things,
Fog Nevsky intertwined,
Saint Petersburg in front of me
Granite is a Ghost!..