St.-Petersburg is most northern of cities of the world with the population over one million person.
Peter has met me a chronic cold of the gone to pieces streets and small streets and a total absence of that it is accepted to name weather (autumn for this city also the permanent-chronic phenomenon as for me the sun, and already in it we do not converge at all with it in interests). The city created for melancholic poets-singles was gloomy and is not affable, constantly narrowing the numerous prospectuses withdrawing in deadlock of a new ditch.
The main thing which has terrified me to depth of soul, supervision — a total absence not that the sun, the SKY! Stone sphinxes, very tall towers and sparkling bell towers, as they say «and here at us culture, and there culture», and all it against anything that is in the full lifeless vacuum packing, hung among a gray twilight so «not to distinguish and day from night»… Also it is known that is unique tolerant best months in Peter is a May, June and July when there come polar day the white nights