metro [Theme]

I'm ninety. The 90s were wonderful because they opened up endless prospects. Thousands of sunny roads seemed to spread out in front of you without a single barrier. Of course, then you could leave the house and not return. But today those bulls who controlled the tents at the subway control sugar and liver enzymes.

The smell of the subway is the sweat of big cities.

Here, in the metro in Moscow, you can pay with the Troika ring. You knew that they sell rings, you put them on your finger, lean them against the turnstile, the doors move apart, and you walk through. You can also enter the subway by looking at your face. We have a facial recognition system. Just like in China. And it’s surprising to me that the Chinese were the first to learn to recognize faces.

If you used the metro, then you plan for what and where you will be in 15 minutes, for example.

Now is the time that a person with your salary should ride the subway, not a Mercedes.

I recently learned how to behave if a person fell on the rails in the subway. It turns out that you need to explain to him that he must lie face down, or very quickly move away towards the tunnel, where the first car stops. But in no case should you pull it out by the hand. And as it turned out, very few people know this information. And it's terrible! Because I don't want to be the only person on the platform who knows about it. How does it look in the eyes of others from the outside? The poor fellow pulls your hand, and you're like: I

Telegram (03.10.2022).

I recalled the picture of the early morning - black ant hordes of clerks flowing into the subway shafts, small insects, each with a briefcase in one hand, a newspaper in the other, and fear of a beggarly sack sharpens the heart. A soul-searching secret fear!

Visitors often get stupid in the subway at first. I, too, when I first came to Moscow, was very stupid. But then there were no plastic doors at the entrance. Then there were the turnstiles of death, if you remember. When you didn't pay, they broke your pelvic bone. When they're like: What,

Mishka Efreiter, it's here, how to put it mildly ... it's easier to say, it's fierce! He even had a nickname - the green metro line. He also had thirteen stops, only heart.

- Weak, who walk in the subway in three

In Mexico, hearts were ripped out for the sun god. In ancient Britain, servants were ritually strangled and buried with their masters. Commoners accused of witchcraft were crushed with large stones and burned at the stake. In the Tokyo subway, people were gassed. Fully fueled planes with passengers crashed into skyscrapers. If only we could rebel. All of us who died unjustly for the sake of the mad Gods. There would be a lot of us.

The likelihood of meeting your soul mate, conventionally, is the person who suits us perfectly. This is probably equal to 1 in 285 thousand. This is very small! The only lower probability is that Icos will stop stinking. With such a probability, 24.5 men are suitable in Moscow. I don't know what half of the man is there, apparently, Moscow is some kind of bisexual. One half for me, the other for some Vitalik. Divide vertically. <...> To meet at least one of these 24, you need hundreds of people to pass through you over the course of twenty years. In theory, only women who sit in a booth in the subway have a chance to meet their soul mate. That's why they are looking at us all so pointedly.

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