Three days later, the Summer Garden will open for visiting, and you can walk along the alleys, listen to the murmur of fountains, enjoy the aroma of roses on the ground. In the meantime, the Summer Garden is poetic. The poem by Mikhail Kuzmin, written in 1916.<\/h4>\n
Summer garden<\/h4>\n
The lost glory of the dilapidated \nRemember forever. \nSlip through the ages by a star shawl \nAnd our years, gentlemen. \nWhere are the grandmothers’ robbers rustling, \nWhere is the small bounce of tender spurs \nAnd in front of everyone, a date \nAnother slurred conversation? \nSimple and slow walk \nThe king doesn\u2019t pass in the garden, \nDo not drive the fortress with a cannon \nAll dandies to oysters, like old. \nOnly Krylov\u2019s Bonds doze, \nThe baby cries to the sky \nYes lindens are also fragrant \nAnd the oak is still great. \nDemocratic crowd \nBroken statues strange dream \nBut the sky glows in the spring \nAnd the warm wind is the same! \nYou yourself arranged like that, oh God \nWhat a heart (so weak it is) \nUnder the jackets beats the same \nWhat’s under the camisoles for a long time. \nAnd the whole avenue of the big alley \nMeasuring for the hundredth time \nSuddenly stop blushing \nWhen shot passers-by. \nBut who knows the exact time \nFor you, Amur the sorcerer, \nAlways an unexpected undertaking?<\/h4>\n
#Gardens of the Russian Museum # Mikhailovsky Garden # summer garden # Russian museum #rusmuseum_gardens #igardens<\/h4>\n