Next to a beautiful green shade, a hall of ethnic musicians gathered. On this road, moistened by music, even pedestrians are gentle. That morning, I took a walk to the entrance of the nearby movie city and crossed the road. An old grandfather is a personable, standing next to him, the big white dog, even watching traffic lights. To this day, 60 years ago, the state guest road, still retains the afterglow of civilized orthodoxy.