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Вступление |
На берегу пустынных волн |
Стоял он, дум великих полн, |
И вдаль глядел. Пред ним широко |
Река неслася; бедный чёлн |
По ней стремился одиноко. |
По мшистым, топким берегам |
Чернели избы здесь и там, |
Приют убогого чухонца; |
И лес, неведомый лучам |
В тумане спрятанного солнца, |
Кругом шумел. |
И думал он: |
Отсель грозить мы будем шведу, |
Здесь будет город заложен |
На зло надменному соседу. |
Природой здесь нам суждено |
В Европу прорубить окно, |
Ногою твердой стать при море. |
Сюда по новым им волнам |
Все флаги в гости будут к нам, |
И запируем на просторе. |
Прошло сто лет, и юный град, |
Полнощных стран краса и диво, |
Из тьмы лесов, из топи блат |
Вознесся пышно, горделиво; |
Где прежде финский рыболов, |
Печальный пасынок природы, |
Один у низких берегов |
Бросал в неведомые воды |
Свой ветхой невод, ныне там |
По оживленным берегам |
Громады стройные теснятся |
Дворцов и башен; корабли |
Толпой со всех концов земли |
К богатым пристаням стремятся; |
В гранит оделася Нева; |
Мосты повисли над водами; |
Темно-зелеными садами |
Ее покрылись острова, |
И перед младшею столицей |
Померкла старая Москва, |
Как перед новою царицей |
Порфироносная вдова. |
Люблю тебя, Петра творенье, |
Люблю твой строгий, стройный вид, |
Невы державное теченье, |
Береговой ее гранит, |
Твоих оград узор чугунный, |
Твоих задумчивых ночей |
Прозрачный сумрак, блеск безлунный, |
Когда я в комнате моей |
Пишу, читаю без лампады, |
И ясны спящие громады |
Пустынных улиц, и светла |
Адмиралтейская игла, |
И, не пуская тьму ночную |
На золотые небеса, |
Одна заря сменить другую |
Спешит, дав ночи полчаса. |
Люблю зимы твоей жестокой |
Недвижный воздух и мороз, |
Бег санок вдоль Невы широкой, |
Девичьи лица ярче роз, |
И блеск, и шум, и говор балов, |
А в час пирушки холостой |
Шипенье пенистых бокалов |
И пунша пламень голубой. |
Люблю воинственную живость |
Потешных Марсовых полей, |
Пехотных ратей и коней |
Однообразную красивость, |
В их стройно зыблемом строю |
Лоскутья сих знамен победных, |
Сиянье шапок этих медных, |
На сквозь простреленных в бою. |
Люблю, военная столица, |
Твоей твердыни дым и гром, |
Когда полнощная царица |
Дарует сына в царской дом, |
Или победу над врагом |
Россия снова торжествует, |
Или, взломав свой синий лед, |
Нева к морям его несет |
И, чуя вешни дни, ликует. |
Красуйся, град Петров, и стой |
Неколебимо как Россия, |
Да умирится же с тобой |
И побежденная стихия; |
Вражду и плен старинный свой |
Пусть волны финские забудут |
И тщетной злобою не будут |
Тревожить вечный сон Петра! |
Была ужасная пора, |
Об ней свежо воспоминанье… |
Об ней, друзья мои, для вас |
Начну свое повествованье. |