Moscow [Theme]

And everything will pass with time, but I don’t believe it.

I am far from thinking that the Golden Age has already arrived... For me, paradise will come at the very moment the seeds disappear in Moscow. It is quite possible that I am a geek who does not understand the great significance of this purely national product... but it is quite possible that the seeds are simply an abomination that threatens to drown us in their slobbering husks.

- The most perishable commodity, Zhenya, is people! But bananas are stored normally and do not spoil under any government.

Today I took my ticket to the unknown.

In Moscow, of course, it’s good. I think this is very much my city. Nobody cares about you - in a good way. There is no need to hide from anyone, there is no need to justify anything. You walk around, admire the city, look at the people. And everyone calmly goes about their business. Everyone does what they want and lives as best they can.

If a person has no money in Moscow, this means only one thing - he does not need them! Because the money in this city lies on the ground, I answer you!

But his children are in no hurry to enter into their heritage.

This is Moscow! Here, everyone doesn't give a shit.

- To the concert... Auntie! You live in Moscow for two years, in a concert ...

Russia is not only Moscow. If we lose Moscow, but save the army, not everything is lost. If we lose the army, we will not save either Moscow or Russia.

No matter what happens, no matter what you say, Moscow is a mother, Moscow is a hometown.

Another capital is found as Moscow.

But best of all, the electric white cross sparkled in the hands of the enormous Vladimir on Vladimirskaya Gorka, and it was visible far away, and often in the summer, in the black haze, in the tangled backwaters and bends of the old river, made of willow, the boats saw him and found water in his light. way to the City, to its marinas. In winter, the cross shone in the black thick of the sky and coldly and calmly reigned over the dark gentle expanses of the Moscow coast, from which two huge bridges were thrown. One chain, heavy, Nikolaevsky, leading to Slobodka on the other side, the other - tall, arrow-shaped, along which trains ran from where the mysterious Moscow sat very, very far away, spreading its motley hat.

Black eyes Sagittarius.