The sun rises

Petersburg - with love


As before, Fontanka carries its waters
Slowly, slowly - towards the Neva.
Stars do not shine over Peter on a white night,
I wander until the morning, dissolving in the blue ...

Lomonosov bridge is "girded" with chains,
Horses, horses, look - this is Anichkov bridge,
Ahead is a panorama with palaces, churches,
Such beauty, but with a brush - on the canvas! Ships of stunned tourists along the river
Everyone is skating - the beauties of St. Petersburg are innumerable.
Chizhik-Pyzhik will flash, but very quickly,
Well, on foot along the Fontanka you can now reach him ...

Behind the fence - the palace, the Summer Garden and fountains,
The beauty of wondrous flower beds awakens delight in the heart!
There are many beautiful places, fogs are dearer to me
In the eternal city of Peter, his power and space!