Александр Дольский - Ленинградские акварели
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The contours are pure, glare is negative,
Roofs and bridges, arches ...
Sleeps of the coast, a ghostly river,
The parks froze while.
A heavy wing swam quietly,
Light brow or
In the wind of the wind boy above the Neva,
Angel Vestova on a spire.
Past the Savior, past the Duma
I will freeze through my acquaintances
Past the riders of the gloomy,
To Bastion Trubetskoy.
Inspiration of old architects,
St. Petersburg
Tease memory with white night
And they attract them to their possessions.
Edges of the shores, cloud rhythms
The strokes froze in the lightness of the strokes
And the mica will always bifurcate
Boats and ships on the rod.
All without changes - the cadmium of the old walls
And the Polodsev captured lilac,
Echo and rays multiply in the night
How the organ sounds the word.
Pink rain in April,
Multi -colored cathedrals,
Winter in blue watercolors,
In the ocher fall, patterns.
Someone with a brush, someone thought
Measured the fairway of the flat
Someone honor, someone's life
He paid for the plots.