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Mama's friend Natasha has an apartment by Novodevichy Monastir. The three of us; Natasha, Sima and I, went for a walk there before heading inside for tea. The last night I came back to stay with my relatives on Lenin-sky Street. I did not want to leave, and the will to do anything abandoned me, and Dasha was trying to get me to come to Kitaj City to cafe Propaganda, but I couldn't and went to meet them at Bar 01 by the metro Universitet. Dasha's boy Sasha was there, and Natasha with John from Canada, and John's American friend. It was not at all what I wanted: I didn't want English, I didn't want new people; in the end it was fine. Beer, toast - Moscow, they all complain about you, but I did not want to leave; perhaps because I am not faced with the prospect of living in you?


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