listening to the rain

Moscow has its own time. Which South never know. Niпре in South comes fast. Just fall down on Earth. In Russia it’s coming so slowly. So tender. Owl-light. Twilight. We even have special verb – “sit in the gloaming”. But that’s not I wanted to write about. Just that light evening – is so beautiful time in Moscow streets. Sky is down and deep. It’s seems to fall down to streets and to flood everything in Blue.

Once in this early summer evening we were running along Tverskaya street. It was raining. It was pouring rain! heavy shower, downpour, cloud-burst! We were sunning up to street till somewhere I just hided in telephone box. We hided together. 3 of us. We were staying there – absolutely wet and absolutely happy. And at some moment Fei just took out a … cigar. From Spain it was. Some foreign old man (who was passing running) gave us a light. He stood there, though, in the next box, having his cigarette also. We were staying in silence, smoking slowly, watching rain near our faces.

Now rain is the same strong. But it just makes you sad a bit. Like somebody is always crying out next to u. and u’re so sorry about it. You’re so sorry but what can you do?