Write a short description of your favourite place in moscow and recommend it to foreign tourists.write the name of the place at the beginning on a separate line (words are not counted in this line the place should be real, noy imaginary.remember to mention in your description: -where in moscow the place is located; -why you like the place; -why you recommend it to foreign tourists.write 200-250 words.

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Recently I visited Moscow. It is a very beautiful and interesting city. There are many beautiful places where you can relax or learn something new.

I wanted to visit Moscow for a very long time. Long before the trip, I planned my route. Now I will tell you about the place I liked the most. There are many beautiful architectural monuments in Moscow. One of them is the Faceted Chamber. At the moment it is a museum. There are a lot of old gold jewelry, old icons. There is also a monomakh hat trimmed with sable fur. I was very interested. So I want to advise you to visit there.

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Вас! ) и вам) перевод стиха на язык:           the clouds are gray, gloomy, rain is not far off.  autumn.  bare ground fog zavoloka. that is my only weapon of satiety, the only weapon to keep warm, sporting, strigunka catches in the steppe strigunok.  no grass, no tulips.  and everywhere was quiet sonorous hubbub of children, young guys laughing.  and the trees, like the poor old men, standing bare, bereft of their leaves.  the skin of a bull, a sheep in a tub tan. repairing old coats and quilted robe.  moloduha patch leaky tent, and the old woman for weeks suchat thread.  shoals stretched south cranes.  caravans of camels passed under them, and in the villages - gloom and silence.  laughter is a funny game remained away: winds, becoming colder, chill hurts and old people and children.  dogs catch hungry mice field is not found, as it did, scraps, bones, wind raises dust - over the steppe black.  autumn, damp.  but it has opened, - bad habits - can not kindle the fire.  our yurts are now uncomfortably dark.

The clouds are gray, gloomy, rain is not far off. autumn. bare ground fog zavoloka. that is my only weapon of satiety, the only weapon to keep warm, sporting, strigunka catches in the steppe strigunok. no grass, no tulips. and everywhere was quiet voiced hubbub of children, young guys laughing. and the trees, like the poor old men, are the bare, bereft of their leaves. the skin of a bull, a sheep in a tub tan. repairing old coats and quilted robe. moloduha patch leaky tent, and the old woman for weeks suchat thread. shoals stretched south cranes. caravans of camels passed under them, and in the villages - gloom and silence. laughter fun games were away: winds, becoming colder, chill hurts and old people and children. dogs catch hungry mice field, unable to find, as it did, scraps, bones, wind raises dust - over the steppe black. autumn, damp. but already opened - bad habits - can not kindle the fire. our yurts are now uncomfortably dark.