И Грей, как Грин, вступает в этот город,...

And Gray, like Green, enters this city, where no one is waiting for anyone, the cold city running along the waves, where under the bridge opened, like a gate, the flame of red sails floats in, and Assol lurks somewhere, the steps like a bell ring out ... And enters the city of Green, as a fairy tale enters, hidden in a heavy coat. He was in the Crimea, the sun is too bright there, and he will carry it under a hat to a cold city, where the bridges are steel, and forever the air moves in the rain, and the statues in the garden, as in the picture, he enters - and they suddenly come to life , and Gray Assol suddenly meets, and at night everyone is frozen, - all those who do not distinguish anything in the darkness, suddenly feel that there is happiness in the world, that this happiness has quietly entered them, brought warmth and forever .. # alertmoshkin

I will look back - there is no you ...
I wake up at night - you are not ...
Time is building bridges over the Neva
But not you come!
A white night without you
Like a winter night without fire ...
Someone accidentally somewhere
Meets you.

Time flies - where are you?
Heart aches - where are you?
How much to live, survive,
To cherish you!
You will not come - I will come
You will not find - I will find.
Somewhere in the world I see your mark
He is like the morning light!

A white night without you
Like a winter night without fire ...
No, not by chance, happiness,
I'll meet you.

 Vladimir Lazarev, poem "White Night"