By train from St. Petersburg to Moscow, then by subway to Dostoyevsky Station, running with his avatar, I ran over to read "Sin and Punishment" or high school, and this is the soil of Russian literature. Today, I searched for Pushkin's former residence and navigated all the way to the Pushkin Museum. I got lost and asked passers-by in the road. The three aunts I met, when I heard me ask Pushkin, I talked to Pushkin in blunt English with unlimited enthusiasm. It was so interesting. Moscow Red Square is a must-see place, it carries the history and glory of the country. Next to the Vasily Ascension Cathedral, the ancient facilities and murals are still revered. The Kremlin, the center of Russian rights and politics, of course, I went to see Putin, and now looking at his residence, still tidal me. That said, coming to Moscow, seeing the Chekhov station, Lev Tolstoy station, Gogol station, named everywhere...remembering my reading days, when we had dreams, about literature, about love, about travel through the world. Now we drink late at night, the cups meet together, are the sound of dreams breaking.