Kukhnya-Ruina

One of the structures of the park, originally built as a ruin, was fashionable then. Only during the construction of the Kitchen Ruins were real Greek ruined materials and art objects used. And inside there should be Roman sculptures, though now there are guards.

Here Pushkin's inspiration was born And it grew up in a melodious silence. Here Lermontov on a lathered horse I rode to the squadron training. Here, bored with her own rebellion, Tyutchev walked slowly; Vladimir Soloviev wandered like a shadow. Whispering words of maxims and verses. And in the lake an azure oval Here Annensky cast harmonies Following the clouds and swan clicks. Swarms of cheerful bees are ringing, whirling, And the cast-iron discobolus heeds them, Leaning towards the water with an imperturbable face. Pensive Anna dreamed here And with her a poet refined and strange, How sad and early he died! .. In the rustle of wide-noisy limes I hear his stringy voice And the unremitting creak of mournful jackdaws Confirms the one whose heart is split. By the old days I was attracted by the memory ... I remember our old house, Where in those days were Pushkin, Pushchin. He doesn't have it. The cherry orchard is running. Jasmine died. Rotten stumps stick out. I'm going to a remote dryad shelter In a shady park. His dress is thinning. A slope has been plowed under a blooming garden. By the colonnades that Cameron built The kumak flag over the Hermitage glows ... Oh, if Perseus could rise again, Petrified in the dusk of the alleys And win over Medusa! .. But not to find the road past. Gray-haired Boreas sullenly blows the horn, And the naked Andromeda sheds tears.

See for yourself - ruin =)

Historical heritage.

Em ruínas e fechado.