Each of us has a place in the world,
What dalyu us for years, and closer and more expensive
It is easy to breathe, where the purity of the world
Fadeev L.
Beautifully sung talc, beautifully sung about other Chistye Prudy. Before my acquaintance with Chistye Prudy I imagined really beautiful corner of the historical Moscow. A place that evokes purity of thoughts, inspires, raises questions about the mortal world.
Though I must be honest, and this place really makes you think about the mortal world. His vanity, dirt, humiliation, delusion. The place is just great songs, but in reality brings confusion of thought and longing.
Boulevard. For someone you live Boulevard, you feel like you're breathing in the stench of alcohol and wading fountain smells? What do you think, how do you deal with the thoughts, conversations, odors and mountains of garbage? I know that you are forced to cry stunted flowers, dirty and drunken people sleeping on the benches. You bittersweet look at the young guy who tries to get to his feet, but his attempts are futile. And, every drunken attempt poured a glass of vodka and pickles out of the jar, which is perched near as dear aunt.
Boulevard as you probably sad to watch a picture of squalor and the triumph of human vices. That's the guy dressed in black, and drunk as drayman at the wedding. Urinating near the bushes in the public eye. Urinating and neighs like a horse in the pasture. Enveloping his jet not only scrubs, but also himself. And next on the bench buddies same informal orientation. Neighing and rejoice every sip warm beer.
Boulevard, your fountain. It is beautiful, but the smell of the swamp does not enjoy its beauty. He pursued further in the hope of finding Chistye Prudy. Clean and cool, which will be presented in this hot day freshness and relief.
Chistye Prudy. Ridicule? The irony? Pond. When you were clean? When the hand of man freed you from the burdensome dirt? You are beautiful. But the poverty of debris and drunken bums do not give enjoy your beauty.
Everything is so bad? People really all that bad. Chistye Prudy, a monument to human vices. Satan reigns there. Chistye Prudy, you dirty, not only in form but in content. Apparently trying to justify its native name - filthy ponds.
(Historical note: known from the XVII century as a filthy pond (it dumped waste city area butchers and slaughterhouses). From the pond river flows crustaceans, flows south and empties into the River Moscow at the future Orphanage. At the beginning of the XVIII century it became part of the Moscow estates of Alexander Menshikov, was cleaned and since then was called Pure pond or Clean Ponds)
And only a bright and clear, it's a duck. They are not afraid of people, they pose for photographers, they trust people.
So, all is not lost? So there is hope that the Net ponds, once become deytvitelno clean.
