At the end of the night, I wrapped it in Leontievsky Lane and stopped, amazed: the lane was removed from the snow. And the snow, I must tell you, in Moscow that day it was unmeasured: winter, bastard, again came again! “Carpathians lie along the sidewalks ...”, as the poet said. If along! People carefully rearranged their feet on the semi -liquid Carpathians; The Carpathians slowly kneaded the cars, pushing over Mira Avenue ...