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- The Samson Fountain and Sea Channel at Peterhof Palace.2
- A row of cars and people parked to the side of Peterhof Palace.1
- An empty wreath stand at Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1
- Saint Petersburgs waterfront in the distance.1
- Shelley Moore standing in Palace Square with a group of people.1
- The Blue Dacha house, which was M.A. Wurgaft's summer residence.1
- The Field of Mars with Saint Michaels Castle in the distance.1
- The Mikhailovsky Garden with the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood in the background.1
- The Peter and Paul Fortress on Hare Island.1
- The Saint Isaacs Cathedral.1
- The central area of the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery with four people who appear to be working on landscaping the area.1
- The central area of the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery with tourist walking the paths.1
- The central area of the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1
- The eternal flame at the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1
- The triumphal arch on the General Staff Building in Palace Square.1
- The words of poet Olga Berggolts on a granite wall at Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery. The words translate to: Here lie Leningraders Here are citydwellers men, women, and children And next to them, Red Army soldiers. They defended you, Leningrad, The cradle of the Revolution With all their lives. We cannot list their noble names here, There are so many of them under the eternal protection of granite. But know this, those who regard these stones: No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten. Enemies, clad in armour and in iron, were bursting into the city, But workers, schoolchildren, teachers and home guards stood up with the army And like one, they all said Death will sooner fear us, than we will fear death. The hungry, harsh, dark winter of forty-one And forty-two is not forgotten. Neither the shells' ferocity Nor the terror of bombardments in forty-three. The entire city's earth was covered. Not one of your lives, comrades, is forgot. Under the uninterrupted fire from heaven, earth and water, You did you everyday heroic deed With honour, and simply. And together with your Fatherland, You all prevailed in victory. So let the thankful people, The Motherland and hero city Leningrad Eternally lower their standards On this sad and solemn meadow.1
- The words of poet Olga Berggolts on a granite wall at Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery. Five wreaths are positioned in front of the wall. The words translate to: Here lie Leningraders Here are citydwellers men, women, and children And next to them, Red Army soldiers. They defended you, Leningrad, The cradle of the Revolution With all their lives. We cannot list their noble names here, There are so many of them under the eternal protection of granite. But know this, those who regard these stones: No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten. Enemies, clad in armour and in iron, were bursting into the city, But workers, schoolchildren, teachers and home guards stood up with the army And like one, they all said Death will sooner fear us, than we will fear death. The hungry, harsh, dark winter of forty-one And forty-two is not forgotten. Neither the shells' ferocity Nor the terror of bombardments in forty-three. The entire city's earth was covered. Not one of your lives, comrades, is forgot. Under the uninterrupted fire from heaven, earth and water, You did you everyday heroic deed With honour, and simply. And together with your Fatherland, You all prevailed in victory. So let the thankful people, The Motherland and hero city Leningrad Eternally lower their standards On this sad and solemn meadow.1
- Three sculptures (haut-relief) of soldiers on a granite wall at Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1