Paradise

"Old lady Moscow! You are dozens of times older than I am, but your age is still far from over, while it is time for me to say goodbye to you and to this world." With such thoughts Alexander greeted Red Square. Yes, he was already old—not a very old man by modern standards—but he had already lived even longer than he had once planned. Today he decided to walk, as far as possible, with no particular route, and perhaps for the last time. Even a slow pace caused shortness of breath and sharp heart palpitations, but he decided he would do it and that this would be His Day of Farewell. After crossing the bridge, he turned onto one of the radial streets and slowly moved away from the center toward the outskirts.