Here you will find the Poem Every church sings its own soft part of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Every church sings its own soft part In the polyphony of a girl's choir, And in the stone arches of the Assumption I make out high, arched brows. From the ramparts, fortified by archangels, I surveyed the city from a marvelous height. Within the walls of the Acropolis, I was consumed With sorrow for the Russian name, for Russian beauty. Isn't it just marvelous, we dream Of an orchard, soaring pigeons in the hot blue sky, A nun is singing the litany: Tender Assumption: Florence in Moscow. The five-domed cathedrals of Moscow, With their Italian and Russian soul Bring to mind the Aurora, but with a Russian name, and in a fur coat.
