Leo Uskin: without condition
Leo Uskin So right-it is worth saying to himself: "Moscow, the last years of the XVII century", and for some reason a continuous summer seems to be. The carefree, warm sunny summer, some impenetrable raspberries on the outskirts, leisurely movement of people, a lazy bell charge ... The one who has to blow up this world a few years later, is almost invisible-builds his boats somewhere, travels to Arkhangelsk, or drunk in his friends in the German settlement. However, it was apparently otherwise.