i will love the features of cities, cheerful is consciousness, the mysterious unsteadiness of them, quarenghithen, because indeed, the city is so beautiful, why, it is all crossed by rivers, where you will find such an avenue as nevsky, which is crossed by both the car wash and the fontanka, and the griboedov canal, which is correct... of course, call it ekaterinsky, because griboyedov is a muscovite, he has nothing to do with it, it was built under catherine, and then there ’s the niva, and so on, in general, an absolute miracle, yes, here’s a poem petersburg rivers, i see, i see, early in the morning, directed into the neva, both the bypass and the fountain. i look like a bottle of a river to a thief and a bridleless canal, i see the morning agility of their names on the planks of a deadly black river, an elusive thread, i hear a sigh of awkwardness, a cry in the life of a life-lived vision. forgings , glare, reflections, horseshoes, a bold reflection of oil, i see a gray tint, a sink, a woman, from ont hooks, climbing a wall, a buckle, a carp, a smolenka, a styx, a cocytus, a yachyront, yo