Moscow lives, Moscow boils. It looks like a giant, barbaric, splendid soup with mixed ingredients: onions, beets, red caviar, marshmallows, custard and toffee. It raises its number of floors, it grows fat. And with small cozy streets the symbol of the Moscow comfort of the XXth century - Moscow trams - begin to wane . 
Trams did not break into our lives, stinking and rumbling, as cars. They didn’t shock anybody, they didn’t make revolutions. They carefully moved into the capital.
            As a child I did not like the trams. They seemed too slow and melancholic. Lazy bumpkin! The best way to travel seemed to be a bus: fast, comfortable and punctual. But there was still one reason. When the tram was going through the park, through the shady streets, the branches of trees broke in its windows. It seemed as if you are in a magical country. 
            And I understood. Tram - it's not like a car. This is not just a vehicle. For ordinary Muscovites tram means comfort and rest. For other residents and visitors who feels deeper, this is a mysterious metaphysical symbol. Its color is red. It is a travel not only in space but in time. 
            For example, tram #39 is like an excursion tram. During one-hour journey you can see a lot of sights and historical places of Moscow.

            Gogol compared Russia with the troika-bird. "Where are you going?" he often asked, stirring the pan of spaghetti, and then sprinkling it with parmesan. What is a symbol of Russia’s XXth century? Maybe it is a whistling locomotive, pulling a soldier to World War II? Or maybe it’s the first rocket launched into the space? Or it’s the first exploded hydrogen bomb? 
            In Moscow, not far from Tushino there is one unusual place, where transport moves in four layers: the underground, above it - Volokolamskoe highway passes over Volokolamkiy Canal and even higher - a railway bridge. It's nice that in this multi-floor there is a tunnel for the tram.  
            It gives us harmony and quiet vehicle. But it goes into the past very quiet too…