In my ears, scraps of a warm ball, and from the north—the snow graying—the fog, with the bloodthirsty face of a cannibal, chewed up unpalatable people. V. Mayakovsky.

Remnants of a warm ball linger in my ears, and from the north—the snow graying—a fog, with the bloodthirsty face of a cannibal, chewing up unpalatable people. V. Mayakovsky.

Nada 65 03, It's funny that the school literature curriculum tried so hard to instill in students an aversion to Mayakovsky. And only then...

Nada 65 03, It's funny that the school literature curriculum tried so hard to instill in students an aversion to Mayakovsky. And only then...

Suvlehim Takats, as usual, it's the other way around. Mayakovsky is a wonderful poet.

What's interesting is that I like back alleys in any city...

It's interesting that I like back alleys in any city...

Boris Gurevich, I really love St. Petersburg's back alleys. You can pee in them if you need to (you can't on Nevsky, I tried and they arrested me) or ask some puny, bespectacled intellectual to share the contents of his wallet (you can't on Nevsky, I tried and they arrested me). Or at least take shelter from the rain (you can on Nevsky, I tried and they didn't arrest you).

What's the main thing here? Oh, so OZONE is within walking distance, that's it...

Oh, everyone ruins cars, that would be really nice.

So what's the main thing here? So, for OZONE to be within walking distance, that's it...

Nikolay Burdin, They say that in connection with the abolition of Anglicisms adopted by our State Duma, "ozone" will be renamed "zone"

Oh, cars ruin everything, that would be so nice

Pavel Alexeev, oh, don't even mention it! And how they get in the yards! Just a decade or so ago, they all went to their dachas on weekends. And the yards were empty. Back then, I used to amuse myself with 360-degree panoramas of the yards, stitched together from about 50 frames. But now, sometimes, you can't even enter the yard – it's all blocked.

Pavel Alexeev, oh, don't even mention it! And how they get in the yards! Just a decade or so ago, they all went to their dachas on weekends. And the yards were empty. Back then, I used to amuse myself with 360-degree panoramas of the yards, stitched together from about 50 frames. But now, sometimes, you can't even enter the courtyard – it's all blocked.

Suvlehim Takats, I have to photograph cars as an integral part of the cityscape.

Nikolai Burdin, They say that in connection with the abolition of Anglicisms adopted by our State Duma, "ozon" will be renamed "zone"

Suvlehim Takats, Well, at least it's understandable...