Saint Petersburg [Theme] Page 3

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...

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...

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?!

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!..