Alexander Pushkin and Natalia Goncharova pose for eternity across from his old house on the old Arbat. Pushkin died from wounds from a duel he fought over his wife-- talk about high maintenance!
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- “The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.” - Charles Baudelaire
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A wonderful statute of that couple! There could never be too many sculptures or statues in a city!
Posted by: leif hagen | 11/11/2010 at 03:41 PM