not glinka here we are already walking under us. now neglinka is a researcher. mikhailads our film crew over the river, remembering lines by vladimir gilyarovsky from a collection of essays moscow and muscovites 100 years ago. the writer became a member of the underground excursion since then, little has changed - elbows, shoulders touched the walls of the pipe. with each step down , the evil did not stop stronger and stronger it became terribly and was left alone in this walled-up crypt and went knee-deep. in the seething water steps, 10 stopped around. i had darkness darkness, an impenetrable sense of belonging to a mystery. thirst for thrills and frivolity. so experienced dungeon crawlers they talk about newcomers who easily go down to places where even public utilities are allowed access in exceptional cases , and then in a harness a few meters from luke and knowing exactly when an underground storm will strike for urgent evacuation, there are usually only a few minutes, firstly, an increase in current. secondly, the water immediately becomes cloudy clogged drainage