Report of the Colorado Cockroach. I and your Moscow
“What an interesting city, isn't it?”
Azazello moved and replied respectfully:
- Messire, I like Rome better!
“Yes, this is a matter of taste,” answered Woland.
M. A. Bulgakov, "The Master and Margarita"
Azazello moved and replied respectfully:
- Messire, I like Rome better!
“Yes, this is a matter of taste,” answered Woland.
M. A. Bulgakov, "The Master and Margarita"
Greetings to you, my dear friends and "fellow soldiers"! Today, probably for the first time in the years of our communication, I thought about how to start notes. On the one hand, I understand that for most readers I am an adequate "Square Ukrainian", who understands into what abyss of terrible reality we sganuli from all over the place. For the other part I am a victim of the propaganda of the Ukrainian government. There are those for whom I am a hidden, intelligent enemy who is trying to turn you to his side.
Maybe in order to please supporters of the "enemy theory", you should start as in spy novels?
“In the early spring holiday morning, an imposing young man with a kind face came out of the doors of the Kievsky railway station of the capital. Like most of the passengers who had just arrived in Moscow for some business, he carried a sports bag with simple belongings on his shoulder and turned his head searching for a public transport stop. And only a sharp look from under the thorny eyebrows betrayed him as a cruel and cunning enemy ... "
Most of you, dear readers, have already understood what the notes will be about today. Yes, the "hole in time" during which you did not see me or read me, was caused precisely by the fact that I did what I hinted more recently in my notes. I participated in the "Immortal Regiment" with my grandfather 9 May 2019 of the year! We first went to Moscow in the winners! I and grandfather! With your fellow soldiers passed! And even with awards! Those from the past life. From the USSR ...
I will tell you the impression ... For many years of my life I have not experienced such an upswing of vitality and such courage. Remember the words of one of the characters of the film "Belarus Station"?
“You see, I suddenly for a moment felt like at the front. Everything is clear, here is the enemy, near his, and our cause is just. ”
Better than a war veteran Papanova not say. Exactly! Our cause is right! And near his own.
I remembered that I would need to tell you about my voyage later. The next day. I was not sure that Russians would be interested in Moscow through the eyes of a Ukrainian. Although, honestly, I didn’t have a goal to remove your capital from a certain angle.
I just walked around places known and unknown to me and clicked the camera where I wanted to. Often not even interested in what it is, where I am and with which historical it is connected with events. I think Muscovites will recognize their city and say what and where.
I'll start with the transport. This is the first thing that stunned me in Moscow. Do not believe it, but the first blow to the nerves struck the bus! Yes, a simple city bus. And I saw him "alive" not in the center, but at the Tsaritsyno metro station. You know, such an industrial area. Without pump and tourist gadgets.
Crouching buses impressed. So that I, my beloved, did not strain my leg to lift up, but walked straight. Well, do not bow and do not curse the doors of curtsy.
It is also indicative that you will not just enter the Moscow bus. I mean, if you're an honest person. Need a special card "Troika". I, however, a little stupid. I bought this "Three" in the form of a credit card. And the youth of Moscow uses trinkets "Troika". Cool.
Moscow trams were also killed. I did not dare to ride them. I know this rail vehicle. Deliver the hell out of place and then get out into civilization. But apparently not a tram, but a high-speed train. We have worse express trains in Boryspil. And again, low-low. Probably, Muscovites have already forgotten how to lift their legs high. Infected.
But on a Moscow bike, I ride. Yes, really, Moscow is a city of cyclists and cyclists. And it is not necessary to have your own bike. At each corner there are special racks with bicycles. Well, or almost everyone.
Scooters are generally Moscow. From very young children to the elderly. And scooters are ordinary. In the sense of half food, and half go. And most of the civilized, Moscow, with an electric motor. Again, I do not know what they are called. By the form of a scooter, but in fact a moped of some kind. And worn quickly so.
Carsharing, of course, yes, developed very strongly. With this we are much weaker, only the punishments from the Hetman, that is, the Hetmancar. But there is. Mastering.
But all this stuff, which is not worth paying attention to, compared to the new Moscow transport. I can not even say it. Underground? Not. Railway? Also no. In short, a hybrid of some kind. And judging by the emblems at the entrance, Muscovites also do not really understand what it is. I am about the Moscow Central Transport Ring (ISC). Simply put, about the ring railway.
Mokritsa these Muscovites tickle. The hybrid train of the future, aircraft, subway and long-distance bus.
I want this in Kiev too. Here you and speed. And comfort. And the opportunity to eat like on a plane. Even places for these bicycles are provided.
True, I'm a little bit in this train pierced. Then the whole run-up of the little girls giggled on the adjacent chairs. In short, I decided to get off at Luzhniki. The train stopped. I'm to the door. And she does not open, her mum's lice. And it is in Moscow! And people enter, go to the next door. In short, made a face face, and did not seem to want to go out, and drove on.
Do not believe it, I found out at the next stop, when I joined the group leaving, there, in order for the doors to open, you need to press a button! From the inside, if going out. Outside, if you enter. Moscow is not designed for a simple Ukrainian! I'm not a member of the "What, where, when" game. Not a connoisseur. It is genetically in me that the public transport doors open and close, regardless of my desire!
In short, I decided to go back by train. It is calmer somehow. More familiar. Well, can not Railways greatly differ from Ukrzaliznytsy. Yeah. Ran away. Maybe it turns out.
First ticket. I have not seen controllers in Moscow. Nowhere. You can probably ride a hare, but I, due to some innate fear, try to pay for everything. Honest and calmer turns out. In short, gave me a ticket machine. Centimeters 15-20 long. I put it in another machine, at the entrance, and went to the platform.
And here comes the ... air express. In a sense, the train from Domodedovo airport. Two-story. And instead of the emblem of the manufacturer of the train star of five aircraft. Comfort. Beauty. Indeed, express.
I just after I sat down in the "normal" train, I realized that in Moscow they cherish the psyche of air passengers. The plane has a cabin with a fairly low ceiling. Here and in these express trains it is so made. It seems to be already on the ground, and the feelings of the aircraft. Well and vice versa. Fly away and while you go to the airport already got used to the cramped cabin. Preparation, damn it!
Interestingly, pleasure boats also copy BDK, or what? Sorry, did not have time to check, only looked from the side ...
But on this adventure is not over. That's what makes a normal, law-abiding citizen after arriving at the desired station? Right. Citizen throws garbage in the trash. Garbage, in the sense of a used ticket. I wanted to be normal ...
Even raised his hand over the urn. I was saved by an innate eye. Something, judging by the contents of the urn, was not normal among Muscovites. Only smokers. In short, I did not throw away a ticket. And rightly so! This enemy of the human race and the cockroach, I’m talking about a machine at the exit, from the station without a ticket does not release! We have to put a ticket into his mouth again, and he opens the turnstile. Well, some kind of crap, if so.
Something did not work for me today to tell you about Moscow. Impressions of the sea, emotions of the sea. A place in the puddle of notes. How to fit the sea in a puddle? How to tell about the city so that everyone can understand and be interesting? Where to put your own emotions?
Well nothing. Actually, I liked it. Of course, having seen Belgorod and Voronezh, I understand that oh how far Moscow is from them. But to write about our reality is becoming more and more sad. Especially after such blows on the psyche, which is Moscow Mayskaya Holidays. Well, honestly, hard to realize.
All for today. Anticipating the comments of some of our readers, I’ll go and give my bank account number to the Kremlin and to ... and the devil knows where Sobyanin sits, in short, to the Moscow government. For advertising, they say, big money pays. And I really need money today. Prices in Moscow are exorbitant. We can live for free here.
But I tell you, it turned out I feel like if not a Master, then at least Hippo. Yes, sometimes it was something to set fire to or how to flatter. From the everlasting Ukrainian harmfulness. But - resist.
In general, I liked it. What is in the center, that on the outskirts. There is something like that ...
До скорой, я надеюсь, встречи. Да, и напоследок. Я понял, почему москвичи так празднуют День Победы. Для них каждый год наступает 9 мая 1945 года! Судя по тому, сколько строек я видел даже в центре города. Страну восстанавливать надо после тяжелой the war. Особенно, это уже по словам самих москвичей, сильно страдает тротуарная плитка в Москве. Ежегодно меняют. Да не по одному разу...
Good luck to everyone and only good days. Let life be diverse and interesting. Let the children laugh. And relatives will always be with you. Will live!
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