38 Farewell now, scene of fame unsteady, Petróvsky Castle. Hey! Be fleet! There gleam the city gates already! And now along Tverskáya Street The sleigh glides over ruts and passes By sentry booths and peasant lasses; By gardens, mansions, fashion shops; Past urchins, streetlamps, strolling fops, Bokhárins, sleighs, apothecaries, Muzhíks and merchants, Cossack guards; Past towers, hovels, boulevards, Great balconies and monasteries; Past gateway lions’ lifted paws, And crosses dense with flocks of daws.
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