My city: Saint-Petersburg (Мой город Санкт-Петербург)

My city: Saint-Petersburg (Мой город Санкт-Петербург)

«Before this beauty is all — vanity and smoke» — once sang A. Mironov, sailing in the frames of the famous film on the channels of Saint-Petersburg. These are lines from B. Akhmadullina’s poem.

Actually, this is a city; the number of works of art dedicated to it and stored in it has long passed into quality, turning our «Northern Venice» into a surprisingly strong magnetic pole of aesthetics, history, culture and science. Sights of Saint-Petersburg are known all over the world and attract tourists not only from Russia, but also from other countries.

«Pale thin, Euro-eyed passer-by», so obviously-not exactly like Mother Russia, nevertheless, the capital of our culture. And if «Paris is worthy of Mass», then St. Petersburg, in imperial terms, denies any compromises, as it engulfs every guest entirely, falling in love with himself to the point of insanity, leaving in his heart an aching feeling of unlimited ecstasy and worship for life.

«Before this beauty is all — vanity and smoke» — once sang A. Mironov, sailing in the frames of the famous film on the channels of Saint-Petersburg. These are lines from B. Akhmadullina’s poem.

Actually, this is a city; the number of works of art dedicated to it and stored in it has long passed into quality, turning our «Northern Venice» into a surprisingly strong magnetic pole of aesthetics, history, culture and science. Sights of Saint-Petersburg are known all over the world and attract tourists not only from Russia, but also from other countries.

«Pale thin, Euro-eyed passer-by», so obviously-not exactly like Mother Russia, nevertheless, the capital of our culture. And if «Paris is worthy of Mass», then St. Petersburg, in imperial terms, denies any compromises, as it engulfs every guest entirely, falling in love with himself to the point of insanity, leaving in his heart an aching feeling of unlimited ecstasy and worship for life.

What is there mass, this city is worthy of all life!

«Pan Leningrad, I fell in love without memory in your steel eyes» — so this love pours out in verse now, following the tradition following the great Pushkin, who exclaimed several centuries ago: «I love you, Peter’s creation! »

Having replaced for its historically short life (only 3 centuries) three names, becoming the cradle of three revolutions, the city really came out «from mud to riches». On a once impassable swamp palaces, comparable to the best European royal houses, grew. Next to the palaces were built Orthodox cathedrals — the custodians of the country and the original faith.

These palaces eventually turned into museums that have become close to the best museums in the world. And these museums and monuments have brought up their great heirs, worthy not only of St. Petersburg but also of world fame. Such, probably, and saw Peter I fate of the majestic city — the capital of the great state.

In it your cold genius is powerful,
Our Caesar Augustus, our Lycurgus!
And the echo of your aspirations
Saint-Petersburg still lives! — Exclaimed V. Bryusov.

This is the world harmony that is spread in this city. All the monuments and palaces of the Northern capital are the essence of the creation of human talent, a genius inspired by beauty and bold thought, according to the covenant of its creator called to glorify Mother Russia. And no, it seems, not a single place of Russian Venice, not sung by a poet, not captured by an artist, not cultivated by an architect or sculptor.

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But Petrograd is flooded with fires,
In it luxuriant luxury flourished,
In it the thought tirelessly stings,
In it, the poet is secretly intoxicated.

The majesty and beauty of Northern Palmyra is unique and inseparable from its main artery — the Neva. «Neva has long said verses» — it will not only result in the practical, but creative significance of this river for the city.

More than 30 km Neva turns in the city line, dressed in the granite of its regal-beautiful embankments, where 42 islands of its delta are connected to a single city by 300 bridges thrown across rivers and canals. You can also ride along the Neva to Peterhof — another unmatched pearl of Russian parade architecture and fine arts.

Not otherwise than «Neva Petrovna, near you — all the lions» refers to her Okudzhava, finding in her «eyes» not only the strength of inspiration, but also life.

The «Neva Petrovna» has stone and steel, cast-iron and pendant bridges, the uniqueness and beauty of which is best opened by a boat trip by boat or boat.

But, of course, the most magical ones are drawbridges, whose divorce can be observed even from the observation platform of Isaac, where this midnight service is kindly provided.

Diluting bridges, amazing fountains on the Neva itself in the central part of the city is a whole extravaganza of water, stone and light in motion, opening to an ecstatic look at the most poetic time of the white nights («and your third-century dress does not let me forget the third time»).

It is the white nights — the most beautiful and unforgettable time in Petersburg, long preferred by foreign and domestic tourists for romantic trips to this city.

On the eve of them they celebrate City Day, and in their midst the graduates of Saint-Petersburg schools celebrate their triumph — «Scarlet Sails».

Of course, Saint-Petersburg, despite its monumental granite-stone, has always changed. The attitude towards him, his understanding also changed. He experienced the times of the Decembrists, revolutions, red terror, totalitarian empire; there is also the «Black Dog Petersburg» of Shevchuk — the time of political restructuring and the collapse of the USSR.

Knowing the city through the eyes of the geniuses of its creators, one can not only enjoy the beauty of their creations, but also become familiar with the great wisdom of life itself and its inescapable harmony.

Therefore, even now this city, conceived as a fortress and blossoming as the capital of a huge empire, stately rises above the river by the real fortress of the national culture, escaping by beauty and faith, and keeping this beauty and faith for all of us.

What is there mass, this city is worthy of all life!

«Pan Leningrad, I fell in love without memory in your steel eyes» — so this love pours out in verse now, following the tradition following the great Pushkin, who exclaimed several centuries ago: «I love you, Peter’s creation! »

Having replaced for its historically short life (only 3 centuries) three names, becoming the cradle of three revolutions, the city really came out «from mud to riches». On a once impassable swamp palaces, comparable to the best European royal houses, grew. Next to the palaces were built Orthodox cathedrals — the custodians of the country and the original faith.

These palaces eventually turned into museums that have become close to the best museums in the world. And these museums and monuments have brought up their great heirs, worthy not only of St. Petersburg but also of world fame. Such, probably, and saw Peter I fate of the majestic city — the capital of the great state.

In it your cold genius is powerful,
Our Caesar Augustus, our Lycurgus!
And the echo of your aspirations
Saint-Petersburg still lives! — Exclaimed V. Bryusov.

This is the world harmony that is spread in this city. All the monuments and palaces of the Northern capital are the essence of the creation of human talent, a genius inspired by beauty and bold thought, according to the covenant of its creator called to glorify Mother Russia. And no, it seems, not a single place of Russian Venice, not sung by a poet, not captured by an artist, not cultivated by an architect or sculptor.

But Petrograd is flooded with fires,
In it luxuriant luxury flourished,
In it the thought tirelessly stings,
In it, the poet is secretly intoxicated.

The majesty and beauty of Northern Palmyra is unique and inseparable from its main artery — the Neva. «Neva has long said verses» — it will not only result in the practical, but creative significance of this river for the city.

More than 30 km Neva turns in the city line, dressed in the granite of its regal-beautiful embankments, where 42 islands of its delta are connected to a single city by 300 bridges thrown across rivers and canals. You can also ride along the Neva to Peterhof — another unmatched pearl of Russian parade architecture and fine arts.

Not otherwise than «Neva Petrovna, near you — all the lions» refers to her Okudzhava, finding in her «eyes» not only the strength of inspiration, but also life.

The «Neva Petrovna» has stone and steel, cast-iron and pendant bridges, the uniqueness and beauty of which is best opened by a boat trip by boat or boat.

But, of course, the most magical ones are drawbridges, whose divorce can be observed even from the observation platform of Isaac, where this midnight service is kindly provided.

Diluting bridges, amazing fountains on the Neva itself in the central part of the city is a whole extravaganza of water, stone and light in motion, opening to an ecstatic look at the most poetic time of the white nights («and your third-century dress does not let me forget the third time»).

It is the white nights — the most beautiful and unforgettable time in Petersburg, long preferred by foreign and domestic tourists for romantic trips to this city.

On the eve of them they celebrate City Day, and in their midst the graduates of Saint-Petersburg schools celebrate their triumph — «Scarlet Sails».

Of course, Saint-Petersburg, despite its monumental granite-stone, has always changed. The attitude towards him, his understanding also changed. He experienced the times of the Decembrists, revolutions, red terror, totalitarian empire; there is also the «Black Dog Petersburg» of Shevchuk — the time of political restructuring and the collapse of the USSR.

Knowing the city through the eyes of the geniuses of its creators, one can not only enjoy the beauty of their creations, but also become familiar with the great wisdom of life itself and its inescapable harmony.

Therefore, even now this city, conceived as a fortress and blossoming as the capital of a huge empire, stately rises above the river by the real fortress of the national culture, escaping by beauty and faith, and keeping this beauty and faith for all of us.

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