Imagine this compliment: “Well, you must, you’re Italian, and a normal person.” Or: “How interesting you from Biysk, and a normal person.” Or this: “Do you live on the Volga River, and a normal person.” A little bit funny, right? How connected location and human qualities? Geographical location and nature of the individual personality? Of course, it will be many more studies that prove that the vast expanses of Russia affect the character of its people and language, as well as, for example, the open spaces of America, or, conversely, a small area in a special forming mentality of certain nations. However, here it is about the whole human community, and about the different character traits, not of “normality” and “abnormality”. And what then was started this conversation?

I admit – to a personal relation. Not just once or twice I heard a backhanded compliment that sounded something like this: “Wow, a Muscovite, but a normal person.” Upon hearing this for the first time, I tensed, scared, and even thought, and if I offended. Hearing another, third, fourth time, I puzzled logical question: what is so sad about the Muscovites say that people do not hesitate to shower their dubious kind of positive assessment?

Residents of the capital, does not seem like in any other country. In Italy yazvyat in Romans address in France will not fail to go to the address of the Parisians, and in Spain sniff about Madrid … Like, and arrogant they are, and such, and sos, and life does not know, and nose turn up, and we have, “zamkadyshey “do not respect, do not understand, do not appreciate, as we do, these proud and conceited, feed, ASIC, and in general, not be us …

Here I want to breathe heavily and sadly began to be sorrowful about how the poor inhabitants of the capital, and no one understands, loves me not … But it’s simple and it really so?

Make a reservation – I Muscovite a stretch. I was born in the ancient capital, but my dad to Bryansk, and my mother – from the suburbs. So that boasts generations of Muscovites in the pedigree it’s difficult. Yet I stand in defense of Moscow and the Moscow residents, but with one important caveat. Let’s define what constitutes Muscovites (Romans, Parisians, lissabontsev etc.).

To begin with – the life sketches. We walked with a friend, wandered to the Red Square. Girlfriend is calling the young man, they agree to meet, and she says “come on this street, which runs from the Red Square … well, that is … well, from Red Square” … I can not help choking, softly sufliruyu: “Say, on St. Nicholas’ …

Directly from the Red Square depart just two streets – Nicholas and Ilinka. A little obliquely, to the Vasilyevsky Slope suitable Barbarian … and not know it, as told to the hero of the Soviet comedy in a different situation, simply indecent. Approximately the same as not to know that the lake derives from only one river, and it is called Angara.

Another agreement on the meeting – somewhere in the metro. “You are on the red line? – No, I’m on the blue. In the blue, well, where Arbat. No, to light blue, and dark that almost violet. No, on the purple Arbat no, I’m blue … “.

Thanks to the group “Leap Year,” wrote the immortal lines about the fact that “we are like birds sit on the different branches / And fall asleep on the subway.” Metro lines have turned into thread (well at least not dried), and the name of the unfortunate lines, beautiful and intelligent, replaced by color.

And welcome to another, we had only two lines – blue and red, which mix up the difficult (though not the only people with an official diagnosis of “color-blind”, but just amateurs in colors often think about the difference between blue and blue, orange and red). But we have a lot of lines, and even stations are called the same: two Smolensk, two Arbat. Beauty. Smolensk Smolensk on the blue or in the blue?

But this is – Arbat-Pokrovskaya line and Filyovskaya. Pronounce – and built the scheme – which is this line in any direction. Sokolnicheskaya – the way in Sokolniki. A red? Unclear. Kaluga-Riga – just two landmark – the north and south-west of the city, said – found himself in space and time. Beautiful, interesting, reasonably. And if the black and white take metro scheme – it does not matter, it is important that the names here.

I would argue that it is difficult to remember the names of the lines. But we remember the names of streets, and not ten, and much more. Who will explain in Moscow – you go down the street that goes from the Manege Square, then you turn into an alley, which is right? The easiest way is to say – in the Tver going, you turn in Glinischevsky lane. Handsomely. And every name – history. And history. With its riddles, clues, legends and tales. You begin to delve into these stories, and offer Moscow – the one about which Pushkin wrote: “Moscow! How much of this sound / To Russian heart merged, / How much it imparts. ”

Pushkin, and it never occurred to write about “zamkadyshah”. Probably, they did not exist. But there were many who came to Moscow and to penetrate its grandeur and beauty, impregnated with its spirit. Become Muscovites not by birth, but by conviction. And the recipe is simple – love. Love the city with all the tenderness and passion that can only be found in the heart. Walking for hours on the Arbat lanes and the Boulevard Ring, parks, old mansions and embankments of the Moscow River. Admire Moscow will never allow himself to snort against less knowledgeable, “come in large numbers here.” It is the arrogance of yesterday’s “come in large numbers” or “come in large numbers” in the spirit of the one who was born in Moscow, and knows the way to work, home to the nearest shops and to the country. And that he was before, he lives in the treasury of beauty, spiritual and cultural, that at every step there waiting for joy and discovery.

When you communicate with native Romans, Parisians, Muscovites are in love with their capital, involuntarily pay attention to how they are united by a reverent attitude to their city – and a desire to share this reverent attitude everyone who lives in this city. And the bitterness of the city-tale town treasure is not valued. And easy, very easy irony addressed to those who asked, “Where are you?” Answers “with Moscow” …