Санкт-Петербург оставил на граните Пушкин
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Заголовок английскийSt. Petersburg (Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov) To me, foggy Leila! Desert spring, back! The palace's pale green sails dissolves the garden. Eagles flicker along the edge. Neva, rustling lazily as Leta pours. The elbow left on granite Pushkin. Leila, stop, don't cry, my spring is old. On a floating sign - look - which fish is blue. In the pale pale sky of Peter there is a calm, a flotilla of free mists, and at the ends of the octagonal all the same golden dust.
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