The water flows, runs like a greedy wolf into the herd,
Leading with him the children of a fierce regiment,
And with a furious roar, hastening to destroy strongholds,
Both boats and boats rush along the formidable ridges;
Growing in an instant, tidal mountain
Spins water divers, knocks down boats
And the distance splashes high to the sky,
It continually splashes on stone and cast iron.
Catherine's coast disappeared inside the ramparts...
'Message to N. N. about the flood of Petropol, which happened in 1824 on November 7'
Count Khvostov