Each of us in the world has places, Which are closer and dearer to us beyond the distance of years, There it is easy to breathe, there is purity of the world Fadeev L.
Talkov sang beautifully, others sang beautifullyChistye Prudy. Before I got to know Chistye Prudy, I imagined a truly beautiful corner of historical Moscow. A place that evokes purity of thoughts, inspires, makes you think about the mortal world. Although you have to be honest, this place really does make you think about the mortal world. About its vanity, dirt, humiliation, delusions. A place that is beautiful only in songs, but in reality evokes confusion of thoughts and melancholy. Boulevard. For someone you live a boulevard, what do you feel, how do you breathe in the stench of alcohol and swamp smells of the fountain? What do you think, how do you cope with thoughts, conversations, smells and mountains of garbage? I know that stunted flowers, dirty and drunk people sleeping on benches make you cry. It is bitter for you to look at that young guy who is trying to get back on his feet, but all his attempts are in vain. And each drunken attempt is washed down with a shot of vodka and a pickled cucumber from a jar, which has settled down nearby, like a dear aunt. Boulevard, how sad it must be for you to watch the picture of wretchedness and the triumph of human vices. There's that guy, all in black and drunk as a thug at a wedding. He urinates next to the bushes, in full view of the public. He urinates and neighs like a horse in a pasture. Dousing not only the bushes, but himself with his stream. And, nearby on a bench are his buddies of the same informal orientation. They neigh and rejoice at every sip of warm beer. Boulevard, your fountain. It is beautiful, but the smell of the swamp does not allow you to enjoy its beauty. He drives on in the hope of finding Chistye Prudy. Clean and cool, which will give freshness and relief on this hot day. Chistye Prudy. Mockery? Irony? Pond. When were you clean? When did human hands ever free you from the burdensome dirt? You are beautiful. But the wretchedness of garbage and drunken homeless people prevent you from enjoying your beauty. Is it really that bad? People, it really is that bad. Chistye Prudy is a monument to human vices. Satan rules the roost there. Chistye Prudy, you are dirty not only in form, but also in content. Apparently, you are trying to justify your native name - Poganye Prudy. (historical background: known since the 17th century as Pogany Pond (waste from nearby butcher shops and slaughterhouses was dumped into it). The Rachka River flowed out of the pond, flowed south and flowed into the Moskva River near the future Foundling Home. At the beginning of the 18th century, it became part of the Moscow estate of A.D. Menshikov, was cleaned out and since then received the name Chistye Prudy or Chistye Prudy) And, the only bright and clean things are ducks. They are not afraid of people, they pose for photographers, they trust people. So, all is not lost? So, there is hope that Chistye Prudy will one day become truly clean.
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