Yesterday I was on the street, without fuss. Roads, shops. Beautiful, richly dressed women. Business people, holding the leather purse in her hands. Soviet cars, which fades to the background of expensive deputy of car numbers. The poor and miserable people. The Homeless. Children. Restaurants, theatres, clubs, museums, boutiques. Everything is so bright, that starts to cut off the eyes. Dirty dusty streets. Money and power in my city.