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The poem describes a vibrant urban scene featuring a seven-story building with signs and a smoking coal chimney, evoking a lively atmosphere. It introduces a character named Suvorov, depicted as a brisk man in a worn coat, amidst a nostalgic backdrop of mailcoaches and romantic ballads sung by girls in hotels. The arrival of Suvorov stirs excitement, as the sound of the post-horn signals his approach, captivating the attention of those nearby.

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Bunyn - копия

The poem describes a vibrant urban scene featuring a seven-story building with signs and a smoking coal chimney, evoking a lively atmosphere. It introduces a character named Suvorov, depicted as a brisk man in a worn coat, amidst a nostalgic backdrop of mailcoaches and romantic ballads sung by girls in hotels. The arrival of Suvorov stirs excitement, as the sound of the post-horn signals his approach, captivating the attention of those nearby.

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Семиэтажный дом с вывесками в охапке,

Курит уголь, как денди сигару,


И красноносый фонарь в гимназической шапке
Подмигивает вывеске — он сегодня в ударе.

На черных озерах маслянистого асфальта


Рыжие звезды служат ночи мессу…
Радуйтесь, сутенеры, трубы дома подымайте —
И у Дерибасовской есть поэтесса!

Eduard Bagritsky
Suvorov
A brisk little man in a grey three-cornered hat
And a dark-blue overcoat, the elbows worn right through,
He’d put on a pair of warm felt boots in winter
And swathe his throat in neckerchiefs, and mufflers too.

Mailcoaches still used to run on the highroads in those days;


The drivers wore long coats and felt hats with curving brims.
Inside the hotels of an evening, saucy girls sang romantic ballads,
And a fragrance of sweet fresh mint flowed through the low-ceilinged rooms.

When the sound of the post-horn was heard in the distance.


Green blinds in muddy windows were lifted curiously,
The amorous duets died away in the darkened rooms,
And the whisper went round: “Suvorov is on the way!”

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