ONE WEEK AMERICAN IN MOSCOW (continued, p.2) On Wednesday, I arranged to meet with the same company at some carnival, which took place in the north of the city. My day began with a jog to Red Square to look at Lenin and his mausoleum. I got to the area and there was already buried in some sort of barrier. I tried to get around them, thinking that they were only to go there could not drive cars and buses. I have already reached the middle of the square, he suddenly heard sirens behind her. At that moment I suddenly realized that an area of ??almost no one was, I do not know why. A near Historical Museum presents enormous stage. Then the sirens fell silent, and some angry Russian began shouting something evil in Russian. I turned and saw me sent two rather large policeman, I immediately raised my hands up and began yelling: "Nieto Ruski! American! "I suddenly imagined a terrible trial, followed by the sentence and one-way trip to the Siberian gulag. Probably a good story would come of it. Fortunately, my thoughts have not materialized, and the police are nothing I did not, except as angrily shouted in English with a heavy Russian accent: "Letts' Go! Letts' Go! "- And indicated with gestures that I was removed from the area. I said: "Thank you" - and happily ran to the river, away from the place of my eventual death. Naturally, after that I ran around the Kremlin in order to check whether the passage from the other side. After all my hopes were dashed, I'm good 15 minutes of pestering passers-by, trying to figure out why the entire city center is closed to pedestrians. My attempts to speak in broken "Russian does not crowned, so I had to run back home and not enriched with memories of how I saw the embalmed former ruler of Russia. Monument to Peter the Great, I took a shower and on the subway reached the venue, where he was held a carnival to meet with their Russian friends. It turned out that this place once held the World Exhibition, and there were stunning buildings in the Greek and Roman styles ... to the ends of score, as is customary in Russian, horrible shops where you can buy everything from watches and eyewear to vouchers. In general, any time I have prophesied his Russian comrades on how much abuse the Russian capitalism. In any other country in the world, these beautiful buildings could accommodate a good museum. Carnival was very similar to those that we are in the States, and we decided to ride the Ferris wheel to see the city from a height. We returned home very late and immediately lay down to sleep. View from the ferris wheel I woke up this morning after an excellent 12-hour sleep. That, at least 5 hours more than I could sleep in one go during the trip. I loaded all my stuff in the laundry - all things in one go! - And went to the station to buy a ticket to St. Petersburg. When I finally managed to get to the cashier, it turned out that the woman who sells tickets, it is not said in English. I turned around and began to look to look for someone younger. Directly behind me stood a very dear girl about my age, who offered their assistance. In the end I managed to buy a ticket to St. Petersburg for tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock. I thanked the girl and a little bit to talk to her. It turned out that she also goes to Peter for a great concert of electronic music, which will be held on Saturday. We agreed to meet at the train and ride together. Maybe I can even buy a ticket to the concert, for which she was going to go with your friends. Start material: Completion of material:
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