Peter

Well hello Peter! And goodbye ...

I somehow realized that St. Petersburg is not a beautiful city of St. Petersburg. This is a state of mind...
The state when Mistress Melancholy visits your head, and wherever you are, you want to stop ... pour yourself a glass of "sedative" ... make a nest on your own windowsill from warm sweaters and blankets ... and twist Zemfira Talgatovna for the next three days round...

Peter passes, but the warmth remains inside :)