In St. Petersburg

In St. Petersburg throughout there are Lions, horses, uncomfortable in this menagerie of souls. I'll walk down Nevsky and come to the square, whose name - has become a clich; for long. From Sennaya the metro will bring you to Kupchino. Here, you breathe freely and less of pride, because area isn't so chock-full here, still it is city's roadside. I will stroll along Piter's curbs, without any fear of people, slush. I am going to clean the shoes after they will soak, because Peter is everywhere foul, everywhere courtyards, streets, alleys, all around crowds of sweaty, and smelly bodies. I would like to live in this God-blessed Petersburg if I wanted to live. TRANSLATION from Y.Semetsky