St. Petersburg is a capricious city.

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St. Petersburg is a capricious city. Like a windy, spoiled beauty, who first gives a smile, and then eludes, hiding in a motley crowd. Today she is nice and playful, and tomorrow she is offended by something.
You will not guess, you will not understand and you will not be insured from unexpected changes in mood. The same miracles happen to the weather in St. Petersburg. Just now the sun was shining, for a moment - and it suddenly turned dark, the low clouds from the Neva crawled, and it began to rain. Small, drizzly, and you do not understand, whether it will end from minute to minute, whether it will bother all day...