Vologda is a sweet home of mine. We all know that annoying song about Vologda: In Vologda-where-where-where, in Vologda- where. Sometimes I wish I am the mayor of my city and all civilians bow to me. That's when I feel so high that I don't need crack richly hidden in every crack of our precious city.
Beautiful muddy and dusty streets, dirty parks which remind me of trashcan are something that I can't withstand and fall to my knees and kiss this blessed ground.
I am absolutely convinced that none of corrupted european or american towns can compare to Vologda. Right now we see that progress didn't pass our city by and we've got it all to make our home a capital of the Universe