The mythical frame of Your Red square, the gold domes of Your Kremlin, those many colored of Saint Bazil, the Stalin’s skyscrapers that dominates and  overhangs every Your panorama, Your Moscowa river that flows slow and silent under damp bridges in morning-afternoon and illuminated at night, Your very famous matrioska, recognized elsewhere universally as Your image, the buildings and cathedrals that make fascinating every Your park, Yours only and inimitable subway, the numerous museums that give You an endless cultural patrimony and the monuments to the heroes that made You greatest in the world will remain an indelible memory from the memory of whom as me, has breathed Your immense glory and admired Your endless majesty. (Vincenzo Giaccoli)