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Kazhdyy chelovek, zhivuschiy v Rossii, imeet svoe predstavlenie o Sankt-Peterburge. Glavnoe zhe v nem — ego nepredskazuemost. Poetomu odni voshischayutsya etim gorodom, drugie ni za chto ne hotyat ehat v nego vtoroy raz. Odni vidyat ego tolko v siyanii solnechnyh luchey — vezet! Drugih Peterburg vstrechaet isklyuchitelno dozhdem, vetrom, holodom, nedruzhelyubnostyu, ugryumostyu, neudobstvami. I vse-taki etot gorod manit, prityagivaet, i poroy zastavlyaet pomenyat svoe mnenie o nem. Chto sluchilos i s avtorom etoy knigi. V ney Yuliya Evdokimova priotkroet sekret, kak polyubit ego, chto obyazatelno razyskat i chem polakomitsya, i eto poslednee tochno vdohnovit, potomu chto takih pyshek s kofe, takoy rybki koryushki i takih konfet fabriki N. Krupskoy tochno ne syschetsya v drugih gorodah. Vas zhdut Vasilevskiy ostrov, Petrogradskaya storona, Kolomna, roskoshnye peterburgskie sady i angely na shpilyah i na skameykah.