Brilliant St. Petersburg

Ah, what beauty around! This day began deliberately. Even the sky and river Neva have a same a blue colour. Between them domes fly, and a thin steeple rises with a little gold ship at the top. In the Smolny Cathedral, the bells whisper. On the Gulf, calm and silence prevails. I see unearthly beauty in the lacy lattices of fencings; lanterns guard bridges for you, my St. Petersburg-Leningrad! Here, palaces have stretched wings. Here are fountains, as if a mirage. The architects and masters of the different countries and epochs have constructed the Hermitage next to the Neva. Delightful cathedrals, and the most elegant Summer Garden. This proud facade of city is the fruit of a talent, the tears and the loving of them. Stone lions and sphinxes sit observing the Neva. They look mysterious, even strict, as if they store secrets and the past of my city in these restless, difficult days. I see Nevsky Prospekt in flood of lights, and the Summer Garden - the SILENCE lives there! I see for a window of my love and memory So many different, beautiful days!