Last night, she MOST HARD (continued, part 4) I woke up at 5:30. The whole adrenaline was gone. Cuts on his hands ached, and his head throbbing. Mouth I have a strong smell. I took a suitcase and left the hotel. The shock of last night is almost gone, and returned to me my accent. I asked two men outside the hotel, how to get to the nearest metro station. When they left, I heard one say to another: "Damn inostrashka!" Subway station Izmailovskaya I found a map and figured out how to get to the station "Kiev", which was located near the Kiev train station from where trains to Ukraine. I went to the counter to buy a card for the subway. After I spent Dollars at the hotel, I did not have enough money even for a single trip. I walked to the corner and found his wallet, which was hidden between two pairs of jeans in the suitcase. There was even a few hundred rubles, and something else amongst all papers - business card with an address by Helen Chamber of Commerce, where she worked. Like a stone with a soul! I almost cried. I fastened the suitcase, bought a card and laid it on her a little money. Then I went back to the map and looked up how to get to the station Mayakovskaya. I dragged the suitcase through the entire station and boarded a train. Metro has only recently opened, and the car was only a few people. Moscow metro system can fascinate even those who do not have mood. You can simply explore the city's history and culture to touch him, just by reading aloud the names of its 178 stations. Some are named in honor of culture ("Pushkinskaya", "Turgenev", "Chekhov"), others emphasize its colorful past ("Leninsky prospect", "Marxist", "proletarian"). Other names of the stations will not say absolutely nothing for those who grew up not in Moscow, but their great mix of sounds - Kozhuhovskaya, Dubrovka, Kuzminki, Sermon, New Cheryomushki - express the mystery and greatness of Russia. Alexander Garden, photos from my online blog was not yet 7 am, when I got to the station Mayakovskaya. I had to change seats at the "Theater", but I forgot about it. On Tverskaya Street, a broad, glamorous avenue, which leads to Red Square, almost no one there. Soon I found myself on the street Hasek, at the address indicated on the cutaway Helen. There were still 2 hours before the start of the day. I sat on the trunk and waited. After almost an hour sitting on the same spot on the street began to appear business men in expensive suits. Moscow businessmen came to work in offices. Some threw cold stares at me, sitting in an awkward position with unshaven face. At the end of the street Hasek was pastry shop. I left my suitcase at the door of the Chamber of Commerce, went down stairs and bought a kiosk for the previously found rubles a half-liter bottle of Coca-Cola. I had the time and I remembered what happened to me at night, and realized how lucky I was that I managed to get out of the train and the police car. Red Square, the photo recovered from their own online blog I waited for another hour. When on the street came Helen, I ran to meet her and awkwardly hugged her. Forces I had no choice. The history of the previous night, I laid out in 30 words. We went to her office, but I could not stay, I had to cross the Ukrainian border, before the midnight end of my visa. Half an hour later I got to the Kiev railway station and soon left for Kyiv. Since then, like 3,5 years ago, my training was over, I still had not returned to Russia. I do not think that has ever come back. But a lot of memories about this great country will remain incomprehensible to me: Azeri sellers Finnish fellow dorm ... and night in Moscow, when, becoming the victim of two thieves, I knew the other side of the city, whose existence is suspected by few. Start material:
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