Beknur Kisikov. Tal Zhailau (№ 418630)

All cities shine the same way at night. And some, ordinarily the same. Cities seem to have been built by gray people to make people's lives even more gray. So that the already gray life would turn even more gray. And the houses in them were like factory blanks, which an indifferent machine forms with a dispassionate pile on its gray, formulaic conveyor. The gray grayness of the gray world
That daytime, dull grayness of the city, changed its everyday robe and dressed up in an evening dress, decorating itself with decorations from lanterns, neon signs, and suffocating with the aroma of fresh, river air.