And in this silent city,
Somewhere all running Jogging.
He went out, only with train,
And immediately, as if by habit.
He ran, on the conquest,
In its capital, confusion.
Metro, as the storming of the Bastille,
The people in the crowd and all powerless.
They stand and wait for the subway,
Now if they were lucky.
As soon as the doors, boiled,
In the carriage wall moved.
People huddled as herring,
Who made who had not.
And who? And to leave no time.
And who? Shouts, where are you? Preuil.
Now get right in the nose,
And the mess, went here.
Where have become stronger, no mind,
All the people are shocked and silent.
One here beats, another shouts,
Someone just came.
He turned, looked up and squeaked,
And in this silent city.
No one? 't know not whom,
Where he edit? Where he sleeps?
And who? The antenna wiggles,
On your phone, Internet, shouts Hello,
Moscow Hello! Shouts in response.
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