Krasnodar. Tram and walking tour of the city

When there would be an opportunity go to Krasnodar, were it not for the need for power generator cafes and at home because of power outages in the Crimea. One of my Chinese students, businessmen, CEO of technology company, I told, that every year, flying to a meeting in the parent company in Paris, that's just the city he sees – training, the conference, business, hotel, самолёт, home. This is a tragedy, скажу я вам. Было бы глупо приехать в новый город, just do things and sit at the bus station waiting for the bus in Yevpatoria, поэтому я отправился погулять по столице Кубани.

Walking my suddenly turned into verse, Thanks beautiful city for the influx of inspiration.

Suppose it turns out infrequently,
But suddenly break can sometimes,
And try a little bit of happiness,
Я отправляюсь в Краснодар.

quiet street, early morning gloomy faces in the tram,
And none of them will know,
What I will take them with me to the Crimea,
their images, the city's appearance, City of Industry Pipe smoke.

Kuban Cossacks live here,
One of them guarding the station,
The high fur cap, on the chair,
Imposingly fat man sat.

Trams driven around the city,
From one end to work lyud,
There can not be a bad city out there,
Where was laid tramway.

On the radio advertising training,
The driving school in just sixteen thousand,
Let them shoot huckster driving schools Yevpatoriya – dysch-dysch!

I drink hot Cubano,
I would definitely call it so,
But I am not ready to stay here,
I am pleased to spend a quarter.

Local girls feel
Cebya residents of large city
And dress appropriately,
Wrapped in a thin coat with cold.

Wedded coffee with a stop on each,
bridou “copy”om bun-Krasnodar, understand, the city over,
When I go to the mall for new clothes in the wilderness.

On the street periodically charges snow,
And all the stores are already celebrating the new year,
It is time to put a Christmas playlist
And pull Yevpatoria in the twenty-first century.

Sometimes it's good to go back to civilization,
Where travel true worth seventeen rubles,
Learn good ideas
And look on the part of people.

They will scurry back and forth,
Immersed in their affairs,
And I'm listening to the radio and so nice,
What need has led here.

We only need a little light, but you can combine a pleasant and useful,
Take a walk on the Soviet past and the unfulfilled dreams of the people,
This grief I condole,
After all, could not think of such a virus is inscribed in our codes.

We still feel, that “over there” live well,
Only we have changed cosiness,
On the life of conscience and honesty in life,
Although sometimes so drunk.
And maybe become cynical interest
And they will find fault, all scoring,
Все равно в глубине сущности, будут сомневаться и подозревать,
Что правда только тут.

Что мораль и нравственность что-то значат,
Что вседозволенности ангелы всё сотрут:
И границы Вавилона, Рима, всех Империй,
A “варвары” воспрянут и оживут.

Reference

В кафе всё пофотографировал, фишки, Prices – теперь можно сказать, профессиональный интерес 🙂

Называется Блинcoffский. Мне всё понравилось, вкусно.

Сфотографировал витрину Starbucks, всё равно эта сеть мне нравится, они молодцы, создают прекрасную атмосферу и вдохновляют меня тоже.

Понравилось современное искусство на парковке. Побольше подобных площадей отдавали бы художникам, as Георгий Куринов, и городу красота, кусочек “другого мира” внутри и хорошая реклама для студии.

Если вы приезжаете в город на несколько дней, а не как я, всего на один, предлагаю посмотреть гостиницы Краснодара и выбрать достойный вариант в поисковике по ссылке.