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Our two-day ticket to the Hermitage museum allowed us to
skip the long queue of the day visitors. So, at the end of our
week-long stay in St Petersburg, and on the second day of our
visit to the museum my wife and I were the first to enter. We
immediately went up to the second floor, before the arrival of
the groups of visitors. And there we stood
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alone - in the silent hall, before Rembrandt van
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For a few minutes we just stood there, trying to grasp
something of this awe-inpiring
masterpiece:the subdued
col-ours
of the back-ground
from where the the elder son stares in wrath at his father
and brother, two onlookers to the right respectfully
observing the moving scene – and left on the
foreground with a live red cloak draped over his shoulders,
and bright light illuminating his compassio-nate
and forgiving face, the stooping old man embracing the
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It was then that my wife, Retha commented: “Now everything that
we expected from St Peterburg has been fulfilled!”. “Yes”, I
replied, “what a privilege to be able to be standing here.” |
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But it was not only the Hermitage Museum that fulfilled our
expectations; the whole old inner city is an unexpected treasure
and undoubtedly one of the most stunning that we’ve ever seen.
Comprising an area with a diameter of about 5 km, it has been
declared a Unesco Cultural Heritage Site. Built on a
number of islands forming the delta of the large Neva River
(the sixth largest in Europe) where it flows into the Gulf of
Finland, which - like a tongue - reaches out from the eastern
part of the Baltic Sea between Finland and Estonia for a taste
of Russia, St Petersburg is sometimes referred to as the “Venice
of the North”, due to the number of canals flowing from the
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St Petersburg, the world’s most northern city with a population
of more than 1 million, and once the capital of one of the
world’s great empires, and seat of the Russian Tsars, suffered
greatly after the October 1917 revolution. Power shifted to
Moscow under the Soviet supremacy and the city began to fall
apart: spacious apartments were divided to create space
for working families, churches were turned into offices,
artworks were sold abroad for much-needed capital, names of
streets and places were altered, the city itself became known as
Leningrad. And during the seige of the city from 1941 – 44 the
degrading continued.
However, since the end of the war a new purpose of recreating
the city’s original charm gradually awakened. Since 1970 a
number of new projects were completed, but it was only since
1991, when the citizens voted to restore the historic name “St
Petersburg” that the restoration gained full impetus. And
when political power in the Kremlin passed into the hands of a
native St Petersburger, namely Vladimir Putin, on 31 December
1999 the city truly started receating its former glory. |
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The city’s resurrection is echoed by the many grand palaces
shining again, religious ceremonies being performed in preserved
or restored churches, the millions of visitors to the museums
such as the Hermitage, and the sounds and sights to be heard and
seen in its many theatres.
It is not possible to describe even a portion of what is to be
seen or experienced in this amazing city. You can walk in any of
its many streets or along the embankments of the canals, and you
will eye something worthwhile – a statue, a monument, a church,
a palace, a bridge, the hustle and bustle of people ...
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Hopefully it will suffice to just describe some lasting
impressions of our week-long stay in this marvellous and lively
city:
We were lucky to visit during the time of the so-called White
Nights - between the end of May until the beginning of July.
At 60º N St Petersburg is just outside of the Arctic Circle;
therefore, you don’t experience the midnight sun, when the sun
never sets below the horizon. However, at night-time the sun
just dips below the horizon, whilst the earth’s atmosphere
continues to diffuse the sunlight, creating a sort of
translucent twilight, never really becoming dark. During
midsummer, the city’s streetlights never even need to be turned
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These white nights have a special and unique atmosphere. What
could be more romantic than to walk along the banks of the
city’s waterways late on a balmy summer night in almost
daylight! During this time (from 21 May – 21 July of this year)
the city becomes alive with the International Stars of the
White Nights Festival, annually taking place since 1993.
Focussing on the masterpieces of the world’s music, numerous
operas, musicals, and ballet performances are presented in
the city’s theatres, as well as open air concerts on the squares
and in the parks. Top international performers and orchestras
participate. Tickets can be bought beforehand through the
internet, and will be delivered free of charge at your place of
stay – even at a cruise ship.
We attended an outstanding performance of a programme of Russian
folk song, music and dances called Feel yourself Russian
in the magnificent 19th century Nikolaevsky Palace. Guests were
welcomed with a glass of champagne. During the interval more
champagne as well as tots of vodka were served to be enjoyed
with dainty delicacies. On another night, at the impressive
Mariinsky Theatre,
we were lucky to hear the world-famous soprano, Anna Nebtrenko,
sing one of the main roles in Bizet’s opera Carmen.
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What can I say about the architecture? The city is impeccably
designed along the banks of the rivers and canals. Most of the
buildings are only four stories high, but thanks to a number of
dominating high-rise structures – some of them with golden domes
or towers - the skyline gains an especial charm. Three
famous churches are to be seen from far away: the Cathedral
of the Resurrection (the Saviour-on-the-Spilt-Blood),
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St Isaac’s Cathedral, both now museums, and the SS Peter
and Paul Cathedral inside the fortress on the island in the
Neva River, where the first foundations of the city were laid.
The striking Russian Style Cathedral of the Resurrection with
its multicoloured domes, erected on the spot where Tsar
Alexander II was murdered, gives the impression of a precious
piece of jewellery. It is almost impossible to take in the
multiple variations in its design and the detail of its
ornamentation. The interior is just as magnificent: every square
centimetre of the walls, the chapels and the ceiling is covered
by colourful mosaics– the largest in the whole of Europe - of
biblical scenes. |
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The St Isaac’s Cathedral, the largest in Russia, overwhelms one
with its sheer size, outside as well as inside. And when you
climb the stairs up to the base of the dome, the views over the
city are stunning. However, the highest structure in St
Petersburg is that of the 122.5 m golden-clad tower of the SS
Peter and Paul Cathedral, with a figure of a golden angel with
spread wings on its spire, holding a cross in one hand, blessing
and protecting the city. |
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The many parks with their lush lawns, cool
shades and flowerbeds invite your tired feet to a rest on
its strategically placed benches. At this time of the year
most plants are in full bloom, especially the thousands of
striking and varied tulips. You even find large beds of
tulips next to the busy main street, Nevski Prospect.
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The buildings lining this busy 4½ km long, six lane street has
an uninviting look from the outside, with no large advertising
boards or neon lights. But when you do enter, you are quite
frequently amazed by the large and luxurious offices, shops and
arcades – from up-market shops like Zara, or fashionable
boutiques, jewellers, book- or specialist shops. Restaurants
abound, where you can enjoy typical Russian cuisine, or sit
outside at a table enjoying a beer, watching the elegantly
clothed pedestrians rushing past. |
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What immediately strikes you with regard to the locals, is that
almost everyone is dressed smartly – the longlegged blondes in
high heels wear short, fashionable dresses (almost no jeans are
to be seen), so that the women in the rush-hour metro or on the
streets look as if they are dressed for the theatre. The
men are equally elegantly dressed in long trousers, with shirts
and jackets. Therefore, when my wife and I, smartly dressed in
evening dress and dress suit with bow tie, took the bus to the
Mariisky Theatre, no one even blinked an eye!
The people on
the streets are helpful in assisting you, when asked for advice.
And when
you get to know them a little better, such as the staff at our
small hotel, you find them warm and friendly. |
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But the moment they are in a position of authority, even as
assistent behind a counter, or official at a museum, they become
formal and sometimes even rude. They never ask you to do
something, like not stepping outside a line on the floor, but
tell you in no uncertain terms and in an unfriendly tone, to
refrain from what you are doing. |
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Our most unfriendly experience was at the airport when departing
from St. Petersburg. A stoic, unsmiling officer just insisted
that we dispose of our six small plastic bottles of 100
ml. each, filled with shampoo and other toileteries, although we
arrived with it, and are internationally allowed to carry it
with you in your hand luggage. No reasoning or pleading could
persuade her to reconsider this beaurocratic decision. But if
you take into consideration the history of suppression of the
Russian people during the Soviet regime, you can in a certain
sense understand that this type of attitude will take some time
to wear off.
But this is the only negative experience of our visit to this
remarkable city. If possible, we would like to go back someday
for another week or two, just to again savour the special
atmosphere of the city established by the remarkable reformer
Peter the Great – a city whose future could be as golden as its
illustrious past. |
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- Manie Wolvaardt
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