moika, the fontanka, and the griboyedov canal, which is more correct, of course , to be called ekaterinskyothing to do with ekaterina it was built, and then there’s the neva , and so on, in general, an absolute miracle, yes, here ’s the poem st. petersburg rivers, i see, i see , early in the morning, rushing into the neva, and the bypass, and the fountain, a similar bottle, the kronlerg river, and channels without a bridle, i see the morning agility, their name over the planks of the deadly black river, an elusive thread, i hear, i hear, an awkward sigh, crying over a life lived, i see yakosringovki, glare, reflections, horseshoes, fat. oil color, i see a gray tint, a sink, a woman, an umbrella, hooks, climbing wall, buckle, karpovka, smolenka, styx, cocytus, yacheront, you see, connected to the st. petersburg rivers, two ancient afterlife ones, well, because st. petersburg has not seen anything on its own. kuku in his story , you’ve seen all sorts of things, you come home, rustling your cloak , wiping the rain from your cheeks, is life still mysterious, is it still mysterious, there is no