consciousness, the mysterious obliviousness of them, quarenghi was a classicist and did not like boroccoathedral i take off my hat, and i really want to take off my hat every now and then, because the city is really so beautiful, why is it all crossed by rivers, where you will find such an avenue as nevsky, which is crossed by the moika, the fontanka, and the griboyedov canal, which is more correct, of course , to be called ekaterinsky, because griboyedov is a muscovite, he is here... has nothing 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, cli