From New-Moscovite. Look at the Moscow subway, at how diverse it is.

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It moves, knocks, roars with horns, grinds with metal, clangs with
escalators and hums with lamps on ceilings. It flows with music and clps
with thousands of palms opening station doors.

Look at all the differents moods it has and all the impressions it makes! As
a hundred little islands come together to form an atoll, so the stations of
the ring line have grown into each other.

The ring line, the all-time laborer, a rotor line, spinning like a
humming-top. A perpettum mobile made of brown and gold, bathing in soft
light of elaborate lamps under the white domes. Paveletskaya station, a
running tour of its own. Look, someone has just run by with his enormous
bag. The thick wave of air from above folloowed him bringing all the smells
of a huge railway station. It mixes up with flavors oh miriads of different
perfumes and the permanent odor of subway - creosote. The Oktyabrskaya
station, what a festive, Roman one! The pantheon of heroes, sterile,
advancely purificated one with a wonderful blue-sky decoration of the far
wall. One deliberately wants so square one's shoulders.

The Tagansko-Krasnopresnenskaya line, a packing factory! Oh, dear, this is
something to behold! A weird mixture of flows of people, bags, guitars,
cases! One gets squeezed, squished, the crowd carries one through the
grayish and blackish marble interios right into the train. Well, it gets
very crowded at times, but the trains are so warm, the interiors are trimmed
in wood, and one deliberately starts to calm down and opens something to
read.

The Sokolncheskaya line, a ruddy and cheerful one! It's not congested, the
trains go quickly and the mood is bright. After roaming windy streets it is
so pleasant to plunge into warm air of the "University" station. It is so
bright and pleasant in here. This white marble makes the station look like a
workbook - lined but clean and clear. The "Yugo-Zapadanaya" station is
filled with smells of Asian cuisine. It warps around the pillars like a
genie from the tales of "1001 nights".

I come to my station, step on the escalator, and I know that I'll be home
soon. This is you love for me, Mocow Metro - you coonect me with my dear
ones, you protect me from rain and wind, you insipe me and feed my heart
with beauty. And I do my best to love back... 


The scheme of the Moscow subway