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Недавно, когда я писала финал олимпиады Кэрролла, я описала город будущего. Хотели бы здесь жить бок о бок с Мерлин Монро?
I slowly blinked into reality witnessing a breathtaking sight. I saw the city of my future. There were no towering skyscrapers or winding roads with screeching cars. It was a city of time, a place where people from all over the centuries had a chance to meet each other.
Caesar and Napoleon could argue over war tactics in a park while Marilyn Monroe in her flapping sequin dress would discuss the latest fashion with Emma Myers. Personally, I enjoyed to hear some gossip over tea.
In this place cosy English houses stretched down the roads with magnificent parks at every corner. The air always carried the smell of fresh bread and dew. From time to time a random club would pop up on Wall Street Avenue.
Cavern Club would be a specifically wonderful place where I’d cool down. The musicians playing there, like The Beatles, would simply rock the audience from their feet, singing “Twist and shout”.
It was a place of wonder where you could meet all kinds of geniuses. Why bother to go read “Dead souls" in the library when you could ask Gogol himself for details?
