| "The Bronze Horseman" - Pushkin |
И он, как будто околдован,
Как будто к мрамору прикован,
Сойти не может! Вкруг него
Вода и больше ничего!
И, обращен к нему спиною,
В неколебимой вышине,
Над возмущенною Невою
Стоит с простертою рукою
Кумир на бронзовом коне
And he, like under conjuration,
Like in jail irons’ limitation,
Cannot come down. Him around
Only black waters could be found!
And turned to him with his back, proudest,
On height that never might be tossed,
Over Neva’s unending wildness,
Stands, with his arm, stretched to skies, lightless,
The idol on his brazen horse.
I fell in love with the city even though I was in it for 2 days and 1 night. We took express trains through the
night there and back. I really hope to make it back to this city again. The people are nicer, the streets are
cleaner, and the heritage is rich. I will let the pictures do most of the telling for this post.
| The Metro tunnels go super deep underground. |
| The group. |
| This is PM. It stayed light until about 2 AM - incredible. |
| Церковь Спаса на Крови |
| The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood |
| The Hermitage |
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| Panorama of the Neva during "белые ночи" - "white nights" and the opening of the palace bridge. |

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