As the poet Nikolai Zabolotsky wrote remarkably about the beauty of human faces, there are faces like ... In general, similar ones are a lot: lush portals, miserable shacks, sullen dungeons, etc.

I’ll add from myself that there are faces similar to clean and cozy cities where you want to live and work, but there are faces like dirty sullen villages, from where you want to run faster than the lani and forget this nightmare as quickly as possible.

Previously, it seemed to me that the faces of the inhabitants of my city were like not a very prosperous, but still world capital, now I doubt it. However, see for yourself. It was I who went to one exhibition, and at the same time I took it on the street, as they say, Muscovites and guests of the capital. Moreover, I have the impression that this is not so much guests of the capital as it is quite full -fledged owners.

In general, my dear Muscovites. This is being built and built for them in Moscow, so soon there will be no life here at all, like on Mars. But the city bosses are welded and weld on this. Here they have such a mutually beneficial symbiosis.

However, I have no doubt that somewhere else there were faces, about which the poet would definitely say that they were “like jubilant songs”, but on this day, alas, did not come across anything like that.
