Petersburg entices into its unstable networks, pulls the mind out of a person, and instead of reason leaves its gloomy moods, barbarous, wild, unbridled. Passions that induce crimes due to weather and anger. Because of scattered thoughts. It's in the air.

And in the lines - straightforwardness and severity, the accuracy of architectural calculations, clarity. It's in the lines.

Only these lines are erected on the swamp, the swamp is trampled down and the swamp is backed up. And breathe - swamp air of the northern moisture of oddity. Inhale into themselves: inaccuracy, uncertainty, swell ...

In this unsteady haze, terrible ideas arise - is it worth embodying them? ..