Kuznetsky Bridge

A hundred or two hundred years ago, Kuznetsky was the most fashionable street in the capital: dressed-up milliners bustled here, carriages of the nobility rumbled and younger sons squandered their inheritance. For the poor losers, the street of salons, shops and casinos turned into a greedy mouth, where passers-by were ruthless, cobblestones were hard, and bright storefronts were ominous. In the heyday of roulette and whist, people thought about suicide too often here. soon, a gray carriage began to drive around Kuznetsky at night, the driver of which offered penniless players a ride for free. Those passengers were never seen again.

In the age of cars and gasoline, you will no longer find a carriage on Kuznetsky, but the Frenchwoman Juju, the mistress of the philanthropist Savva Morozov, is playing pranks. The newspaper "duck" ruined her: the young lady was hit by a cab when she rushed across the street for a newspaper with a message about the death of her beloved. At midnight, the way to Kuznetsky is ordered for journalists.