I've been on the Moscow metro, and it was poetic for me as well. Especially one night when a group of us went to Red Square late to watch the midnight changing of the guard at Lenin's tomb. We escorted our translator, a young woman, to her stop and insisted that we could find our way back to the hotel. It was a long ride in the dark, all of us concentrating on the Russian station names so we would recognize the place to get off. --Joelle Shelton
вторник, сентября 20, 2005
the metro
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