Showing posts with label Kiev. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kiev. Show all posts
09 November 2019
07 July 2016
Moscow Bridge spanning the Dnieper River in Kiev (Ukraine)
Nail-biting footage shows British 'freerunner' climb to the top of Ukraine bridge and perform a back-flip, only for it to end badly (though not how you expect!). James Kingston, who describes himself as a 'professional adventurer', climbed 380 feet to the top of the Moscow Bridge in Kiev along with friend Mustang Wanted. The pair are then seen dangling each other over the edge of the bridge, before the nail biting footage shows Mr Kingston do a back flip without wearing any safety gear. But the stunt doesn't quite go to plan, not because he lands badly, but because after making his descent from the bridge, he falls right into the arms of local police who arrest him.
www.dailymail.co.uk, 1st of April 2014
www.dailymail.co.uk, 1st of April 2014
03 December 2014
25 September 2014
19 September 2014
Kiev Metro Bridge over the Dnieper River in Kiev (Ukraine)
The mighty Dnieper roars and bellows,
The wind in anger howls and raves,
Down to the ground it bends the willows,
And mountain-high lifts up the waves.
The pale-faced moon picked out this moment
To peek out from behind a cloud,
Like a canoe upon the ocean
It first tips up, and then dips down.
The cocks don’t crow to wake the morning,
There’s not as yet a sound of man,
The owls in glades call out their warnings,
And ash trees creak and creak again.
The wind in anger howls and raves,
Down to the ground it bends the willows,
And mountain-high lifts up the waves.
The pale-faced moon picked out this moment
To peek out from behind a cloud,
Like a canoe upon the ocean
It first tips up, and then dips down.
The cocks don’t crow to wake the morning,
There’s not as yet a sound of man,
The owls in glades call out their warnings,
And ash trees creak and creak again.
Poem by Taras Shevchenko
25 April 2014
Parkovy Bridge over the Dnieper River in Kiev (Ukraine)
Lovely is the Dnieper in tranquil weather when, freely and smoothly, its waters glide through forests and mountains. Not a sound, not a ripple is stirring. You look and cannot tell wether its majestic expanse moves or does not move; and it might be of molten crystal and like a blue road made of mirror, inmensurably broad, endlessly long and twisting about the green world.
Nicolai Gogol
26 September 2012
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