Moscow as just another day

Moscow is huge.
I mean it, really.
Out of scale.
It's the biggest thing I have ever seen, and it just loves to show you how large it is all the time.
Literally dozens and dozens of metro stations, overly large roads, the city spans probably over a 100km diameter, something that has to be seen to be believed.
Most of all, it doesn't look sovietic at all; in most places, hammer and scycles have been removed along with monuments to regime key people, and thus, the city is just a huge megalopolis giving you just a sniff of old time socialism in its many ugly buildings and its structure.

To me, the appeal is lost, but maybe I've been here for too little a time, perhaps in the future I'll start to appreciate different things.
My curiosity about women has been satisfied but in a unhopeful way, they seem way uglier than their ukrainian coutnerparts.
Wonderful women exhist, but they are in the hands (no pun intended) of oligarchs, so it-s better not to stare at them at all.

But the experience itself is flabbergasting.
Moskivci', the moscow people, are really rude (at first), and speak in such a quick way I hardly catch words, and when I do, I do get confused most of the time, 'cause they speak with a heavy accent.
Nothing like the old, sweet sounding ukranians with their curios subsitution of h sound for the g.

Ah, Moscow is expensive.
It is really expensive, I'd say quite a lot more than Rome; food is available for cheap if you go for Krosha Kartoshka or McDonalds, but real estate has simply skyrocketed; and the copious amount of new and expensive cars gives hints about the condition of these people.
Oh poor italians :-)

So much for Moscow