"Evening city, Peter" oil on canvas

Oil painting "Evening City, St. Petersburg" 30/40 painted with a palette knife on canvas .
The evening city is always mysterious.. Especially if it is a city above the Neva. .

"In my huge city — night. I walk away from the sleepy house And people think: wife, daughter, But I remember one thing: night.

The July wind sweeps me — way, And somewhere music in the window - a little. Ah, today the wind before dawn — to blow Through the walls of thin breasts — into the chest.

There is a black poplar, and there is light in the window, And a ringing on the tower, and in the hand there is color, And this step is following no one, And this shadow, but I am not.

Lights are like strings of golden beads, A night leaf in the mouth is a taste. Free me from the bonds of the day, Friends, understand that I am a dream to you. " Tsvetaeva

Give joy to yourself and your family!