Sankt Petersburg

I love you, Peter's great creation,

I love your view of stern and grace,

The Neva wave's regal procession,

The grayish granite - her bank's dress,

The airy iron-casting fences,

The gentle transparent twilight,

The moonless gleam of your nights restless,

When I so easy read and write

Without a lamp in my room lone,

And seen is each huge buildings' stone

Of the left streets, and is so bright

The Admiralty spire's flight,

And when, not letting the night's darkness

To reach the golden heaven's height,

The dawn after the sunset hastens -

And a half-hour's for the night.

(By poet A. Pushkin)