that year, the chimes on the spasskaya tower after a long repair , a swiss watchmaker mark konradzi tuned in to beat out the melody of an austrian ditty. oh my dear august, which was composed in vienna in the seventeenth century during plague. there were such words that it was not a day, it was a holiday, and now one plague of a mountain of corpses is a plague, lie down in the grave in august, everything is gone. a terrible prophecy sounded from the kremlin tower the whole next year, while the plague was raging, the terrible moore was also remembered for the fact that for the first time the russian authorities began to apply comprehensive measures against the epidemic, and the people responded to this with a traditional russian point, senseless and merciless. they still argue about how the plague got to moscow , either it itself arose from unsanitary conditions, or whether the infection was brought in by soldiers returning from the turkish war, or perhaps the disease was brought along with foreign goods, most likely it came. she slept in the northern black sea region and the russian-turki