White Nights

When night falls on St Petersburg there comes a time when it seems that everything freezes The past the present and the future exist simultaneously There are two on the bridge He is a shy and lonely dreamer who photographs the city all night long feels sincere sympathy for strangers and even houses She is a delicate girl in love her face is light but tearstained Four nights of revelations and romance sadness and smiles kisses and embraces But one day the morning will come