Book: The howling dogs of loneliness

Evening Moscow is not Moscow at night is very, very different city, and Eleanor N. Osintseva also loved, already for one loved that he was not like any city early morning, sleepy and fresh, no day, fussy and stupid. In the evening Moscow was not incompetence, it was all painted and clearly, all the layers were moving in a clear manner and in the expected direction. From theatres. From the restaurants. In night clubs and casinos. With dates. In brothels. Of the guests. To party like a Bohemian, and semi-criminal. <...> In the evening, there is formed a special world, their own, incomprehensible and mysterious, the world of drug addicts and those who want to be like them, the world young people who sit solely on the backs of the benches, putting his feet on the seat, girls with bleached faces and wycinanie hair and young people with a view Delano busily moving from one company to another and create for themselves the illusion of employment, usefulness and General activity. This world exuded danger, and if in seven or eight in the evening, this danger is barely hovering in the air, then to ten or eleven o'clock it was condensed in the atmosphere and becomes like a jelly, through which at times it was hard to get through. .