recently caught me four stitches Okudzhava:
Arbat no more: melted like svechenka,
all emerged, though Rechenka, there was only Sretenka.
Oh Sretenka, Sretenka, at least you do not hurry:
it is necessary that at least something is left for the soul!
1989
for the soul ... Twenty years ago in Moscow were streets on which there was no Soviet buildings nor novodela.Idya on the Arbat or Kachalova could stop and think of this capital, as the nearest town. All over. On Sunday, I moved from Perov, where I live, to Tsentru.Snachala Forest Park in Siberia. Its clean guest workers. The roads are clean, hand proteins and tits, families with children. On the other side Terletsky ponds. Snachalya it was removed, cleaned, put the lovely benches. Then came sheds debris and a statue of a peasant in his boots with a bag in the spirit of Tsereteli (a kind of Russian-bureaucratic taste). Then I sat on the tram, drove to the subway. Entered the car. People quite a lot. People dressed darkly, smiles on their faces there. Feels hidden aggression. All stations in this tree decorated in a totalitarian style. Names One to one: "The highway enthusiasts," Aviamotornaya "," Lenin Square "," Marxist. " Transplant reached the Kuznetsk bridge went out. Throughout the dirt, smells of urine. The space around branded the hatred that has always emanated from "the inhabitants of the Lubyanka," or as the recently discovered "new nobility." Next came on Butcher Street. Dirt is not diminished. And while walking-understood. Moscow has become bureaucratic city. It will never be real flowers. In it a powerful care will grow the Nazi gang in her boys, girls and old men who want to tell their truth, be accused of extremism. The city soon will not even corner to relax. With Izmailovo forest will also, as with Khimki. Metropolitan area in which even love is impregnated kazenschinoy, dirt, tobacco, vodka, beer and nationalism.
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