The stairs go right to the seashore; at night the place is haunted by drunkards and lovers - you don't want to meet both. The bronze Pushkin looks drunk, too - there's a pub a few yards away, so maybe he's just walked out to catch a fresh breeze.
And here is Tsar Alexander, pointing jokingly at the Bank. If someone told me, that all these 70 years it stayed here, forgoten by the Bolsheviks, I would believe it. The truth is, it's a new monument.
There's also a TV station (that 2-storey brick house), a college with Yuri Gagarin and Sergey Korolev in front of it (I don't think they graduated here, not really) and a rare graffiti saying "Vasya, don't get cold feet"
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