We were breakfasting with Madame Vyrubova's sister at her house just off the Nevski.
"Yes, from Lobenski's, the jeweller's in the Nevski," she replied.
In honour of which battle he ever after bore the added name of Nevski (of the Neva).
He had often seen her at the Opera and driving in the Nevski Prospekt.
"If only we could get to Nevski Prospect," gasped the Duchess.
We left the house together, and because it was a fine night, walked down the Nevski.
As if in answer, another flag fluttered up the Nevski's halliards.
The Nevski was swinging softly at her anchor, her nose pointing to the land.
In the morning I would walk the Nevski Prospect, and meet nice-looking people, and be happy all day.
Yet apparently everything went on as usual: the theatres were as well filled; the Nevski as crowded and gay.
