Saint Petersburg [Theme] Page 4

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?

The most romantic places in St. Petersburg is the roof. The city from the sky and from the ground are totally different. The above are just birds. And the crazy wind.

Seagulls over the Gulf of Finland to hang
try the water tastes.
The sky gray, like a grandfather at sixty.
The sky is grey jellyfish.
Visible in the dust clouds of Petersburg.
In the city of floating ships.
Is it possible it all around
just to pay for the ruble?

Peter, in love with him at first sight. The second want to stay. The third trying to figure out the fourth move in together, with half of the fifth and late at night looking for himself and his regardless of the weather and the colours of the night. Very hard to find in White nights.

- Well, where, where, in Leningrad!
- What is the Leningrad? This city is long gone already!
- The city of no, and 3-I street of Builders left...

My first claim to Peter: what's the weather? What's the wind in your city? You come, he blows his soul. <...> Come to St. Petersburg spiritually enlightened, in the end, spiritually cold. Come to Moscow - the entire soul in the nozzle. I'm not saying that in Moscow, the gorgeous weather, but compared to you, Moscow - San Francisco. You are here at smile in the street? Of course not! Because smile - all lips cracked. The man died from loss of blood.

Someday he will leave this area
and the voice of the other songs will you sing another,
and space will become wider, lower and simpler
as if the area had only with him.
Like an angel from the column they admired
and felt in him native his wing,
hearing the notes of "Samsara" or "Romance".
Yes... the angel in this, no doubt, learned of his,
and the people in it too, see his home.
Basking in the sounds grow dreams
and become a ringing single string
hearts tapping rock-n-roll rhythm.

It's pure Peter,
Bank of granite.

You, aunt, MNU titi?
If you drink You want
Then take liter of vodka.
Well this is Peter, aunt!
Well, I got it.

In St. Petersburg? As always:
Above - water, below - water,
And between these waters
Interspersing days of the year
Is pedestrian.

As well! How fresh and peaceful! Isn't it happiness? Why Petersburg is always so lively, so mad? Is it not possible to always remain in such a peaceful state?

Phantom of the St. Petersburg type.

When I arrived in St. Petersburg, I was terrified of bridges. All it seemed to me that they want me to pick something up, want me to carry.

I rely on the green railing and gaze at the serene channel: down - and be done with it? I wonder how many millions of people standing on the bridges of Saint-Petersburg, managed to ask this same question?