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Revolution Square

December 24, 2015



“The decades were watching—a statue of a crouching man with a German shepherd, a bronze girl with a baby on her shoulder. The dog’s nose was golden from the touch of Muscovite hands. It was said to be good luck. I did not touch the dog; one must be careful with watchful dogs. The escalator out of the Revolution Square metro station goes up forever. One feels like Aeneas leaving the dead, the watchful dead, behind.”

A true tale of a dark Moscow night, a bottle of green soda and a room without a view. From Vegas Seven magazine, this is Revolution Square. 


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