U A Universidad del Atlantico Vicerrectoria de Investigaciones, Exte Facultad de Ciencias Humanas Cursos Libres de Lenguas Extranjeras Plan Lector 2014-1 Nivel It ST. PETERSBURG ‘ Miracle of Marshland BY: JOSIP NOVAKOVICH (From Newsweek Magazine) Novakovich, J. (2013). St. Petersburgo. Newsweek.vol. 11. Page 52 PETER THE GREAT patterned the city after Ainsterdam, and even though St. Petersburg is newer than New York by almost 100 years, in Some places it feels a thousand years old — 8 few buildings scem to'be a cross befiveen Roman ruins and Gerinan palaces, The building walls, usually between three and four Feet thik, host basement cafes.and restaiirants where eehe ; /ale moist, and smell like rivers, because the city ‘you can’t get a cell phone signal. The wal ‘was built on marshland, Jn the center ofthe city when I lived in St. Petersburg, [often walked through the intricate urban design and strange history. The eathedfal'Gn!Canal Griboyedova, which looks like a Pleated cake, mostly in biue and gold, is named Spas na Krovi, the Savior on Spilled Blood. Here Alexander I, a great reformer who, abolished serfdom, was killed by a team of anarchist assassins, a script prety closely followed later on by Gavrilo Princip in Sarajevo. One day almost immediately after arriving in the city in 2006, I strolled into the Summer Garden and looked at the low palaces across the Fontaika River. According to a guide who spoke through @ megaphone with a crackling sound from a tourist boat, in one of the palaces anybody caught practicing cannibalism during the Great Siege was hanged. A million froze and starved to death, and only about a hundred cases of cannibalism were recorded. An old woman in the courtyard next to the building where I lived showed me her knotty authritic fingers and claimed there had been something wrong with them ever since she, as a child, had to collect snow with her hands from the yard so her family would have drinking,water during the siege. I expected her to hate Germans on that account, but instead, she told ‘me a story about a dashing German officer who had been in love with St. Petersburg for Years but could never afford to visit. During the war he was stationed in hills ouside the city bombing St. Petersburg, but in his spare time, he admired the steeples; St, Isaac's in gold, Trinity dome in navy blue, another church in crimson, Kazan in dark green copper, and Smolensk in pale blue, almost indistinguishable from dusky skies, except for the white stone beneath the dome glowing even after the sun set, Later the officer worked as a Prisoner of war in a tractor factory where my neighbor knew him, and then, without ever having visited the city he was sent back to Germany He corresponded with her, and 20 years later on a cold day, he visited, so overjoyed that he collapsed and died of a heart attack at her doorstep. She wept after telling tiethe story After listening to her, 1 walked out f the cond to the Kazan Cathedral on Nevsky Avenue, which had for a long time sided somber, sooty neglected! Stalin, a former divinity student, had fumed this cathedral where tars had ‘been crowned into’a museum of atheism. But now people lined up in front of the Lady of Kazan icon, and kissed her, to be cured, Dostoevsky Rasputin, and stars Alexander Ill'and Nicholas ll had ell kiséed that lady And when in the Rembrandi—like dark, illuminated by trembling orange candlelight, a female choir began to chant, the intensity of;the history. and spirituality and beauty made me shiver. Just a few blocks off Nevsky | visitedDostdeviky's apartment (he never owned, only rented), where he died after writing a note to his daughter; the place is next to Rynok, an indoor marketplace that with its opaque glass roof gathers warm brownish light, intensified by colors of cherries, caviar, honey tomatoes, cucumbers, cheeses, and skinned rabbits, During the White Nights, on the side of the pale blue Winter Palace, 1 gazed for hours into the pale blue sky and pastel shades of the palaces laid out horizontally on the other side of the Neva River—no tall buildings, only the Admiralty and the Peter and Paul Fortress slowing with the rays of the disappeared sun—and wished | were a Dutch painter. But 1 didn’t need to be; there was more beauty above me and beyond me than 1 could comprehend, NW