If someone asks me to characterise Moscow in one word, my answer is ready: it is an eclectic city. This, as I understand it, means that it is composed of parts from various origins that do not necessarily match with one another. Moscow is like a pile of things, buildings, vehicles, pipes, signs, words, icons and people which come from different directions of the huge country and compose this turbulent city without any clear understanding about the purpose of doing so. No doubt this city is a quintessence of Russia. The country which is not sure wether it is in Europe or in Asia. The people that live simultaneously in aristocratic feudalism, naive Soviet autarchy and agitated postmodern commercialism. The nation that always runs into controversy when tries to define itself. And sadly, where the only hold of rulers’ ideology seems to be the war which took place already seventy years ago.
