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Moscow is no silent immensity of cold stones piled one upon the other to form symmetrical patterns. No, indeed! It has its own soul, its own life, and every stone is graven with its own inscription, carved by time and destiny.
Moscow is no silent immensity of cold stones piled one upon the other to form symmetrical patterns. No, indeed! It has its own soul, its own life, and every stone is graven with its own inscription, carved by time and destiny.