"Venice from those cities where both the stranger and local foreknow that they are exhibits"

Iosif Brodsky. Neistselimykh Embankment

I know, hardly I will be able to describe Venice better, than it was made by great Brodsky. But nevertheless I will try if not to jump over ingenious mind but to be help to its works in waters of modern prose.

I will be short and my description won't become the next map for the tourist because I possible don't imagine the detailed description of Venice. How is it possible to describe indescribable? As it is impossible to call the city that isn't city by the spirit, in essence. All the matter is that Venice never comes to an end, once it begun in destiny of the person. The sizes of Venice are indescribable because even being in Moscow, for hundreds of kilometers from its waters, from infinite crowds of tourists and from a sound of church bells in the mornings, I am still there, peer into a haze over the Grandee the Channel, with some alarm inside of me, I consider a majestic Basilica of the Healing Mother of God trying to distinguish figures of four Evangelists, I wander my thoughts on the emerald surface of waters and I feel. I catch a smell of seaweed, it is alive, I hear a ring of coins around the corner, in one of small lanes, out of the corner of the eye I see a gentleman in bright clothes leads by the hand the lady in a smart dress. One hand, that on which the morning Venetian sun is reflected a patch of light in a massive ring on a forefinger, it slightly raises a hem not to soil it about a wet stone, two hours ago rain was pouring here. In Venice there is no time. Because time and infinity aren't compatible. They just don't find a common language. I was there in 2016 and in 1810, and at the same time in 1200 and what there to tell, I saw how they pledged the first buildings in 697. I saw everything and didn't see anything. But the most surprising that my travel to this beautiful, magic place, doesn't come to an end still, till this day. Today, right now, when I write these lines, I sit in Moscow, opposite to the Tretyakov gallery, in small city cafe. But here I only as a transitory body. My soul still walks on quiet night small streets, it impetuously rushes on San Marko Square, with whistle twists around each of columns of the Palace of Rains and lifting waves flies along channels of the area Dosoduro. And to tell you fair, I don't know whether I will be able to be former, whether I will return back or I will remain the captive of this mirage forever.One thing i know precisely, I won't be able to divide myself and Venice. Because having visited there, I became Venice.

A series of works made by me in this strange place reflects my vision of this portal of times. I tried to give the atmosphere of this city and feelings which I felt, physically being there. I hope that each of you will have an opportunity to see it with own eyes. For now, I join Pyotr Vyazemsky's words; And you will fall in love with Venice It is crazy and with all the heart...

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