In the Footsteps of Russians in Florence - Русская Мысль
Daria Klimenko The doors inhale air and exhale steam; but you will not return here, where, breaking into pairs, the crowds go strolling by the Arno’s failing stream, like some new breed of quadruped; doors slamming behind them, beasts appearing on the roadway. Truly, there is something of the woodland shade about this city. ItДалее