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U kazhdogo ponaehavshego svoya Moskva. Moya Moskva — eto lyudi, s kotorymi svel menya etot bezumnyy i prekrasnyy gorod. Oni lyubyat i oberegayut menya, smykayut ladoni nad golovoy, kogda idut dozhdi, vodyat po taynym tropam, o kotoryh znayut tolko mestnye, i nikogda — priezzhie. Moya kniga — o malenkom kusochke toy, oborotnoy, 'ponaehavshey' zhizni, o kotoroy, byt mozhet, ne dogadyvayutsya zhiteli bolshih gorodov. Ob ochen smeshnom i nemnogo gorkom kusochke, blagodarya kotoromu ya sostoyalas kak ponaehavshaya i kak moskvichka. V zhizni vsegda est mesto podvigu. Odin podvig — reshitsya na emigratsiyu. Vtoroy — prinyat i polyubit svoyu novuyu rodinu takoy, kakaya ona est, so vsemi plyusami i minusami. I ona togda obyazatelno otvetit vam vzaimnostyu, obyazatelno. Ibo ne priuchena ostavlyat pustymi protyanutye ladoni i serdtsa.