When I went out the next day, a large part of SC Johnson's impression of Russia came from the movies he watched when he was a child: Soviet GIs with blood spraying on their heads raised their heads in the smoke of shrapnel and shouted comrades, rush, behind is Moscow!

Or the big-eyed peasants driving their tractors through the golden wheat waves: their clothes drenched in cow dung and their foreheads soaked in sweat, their eyes staring intently into the distance at the endless beef and potatoes of the communist country......

In junior high school history, I slowly understood that there were all kinds of crazy, insidious, erosive or angry rulers here. The tsars were not only the masters of the huge empire, but also the godfather of the Empress of England and the in-laws of many royal families in Germany.

I still don't understand why this sparsely populated and frozen land can produce all kinds of mouth-watering beauties such as Sharapova, Natasha Poli, and Ivovalova, and there are 10 million more women than men!

This makes the 30 million single dogs in China embarrassed!

Walking down the red wall of the Kremlin, there is a fire at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier not far away. Next to it is written in Russian: Your name is unknown, and your deeds have been passed down through the ages......

The two soldiers standing guard were armed with rifles, their noses upturned to the sky, their nostrils comparable to those of Zhou Jie, and they tried to pretend that the buzzing crowd around them did not exist......

Continuing along the towering red wall, through a small, well-groomed park, is the entrance to the Kremlin. There are two things SC Johnson knows now.

First of all, the Kremlin is not actually a palace, the Kremlin means fortress in Russian, so every town with a bit of history will have a Kremlin.

Although Moscow's Kremlin is intertwined with Soviet history, construction began during the Yuan Dynasty in China. It's just that Moscow at that time was still a small town trembling under the Mongol iron horse.

Passing through the gate, there are snow-white churches, golden onion roofs, towering bell towers, and orange, blue, red, and gold lintels that can only be found in fairy tale books.

A tall troop of horsemen strolled into the square with their sabers in hand, and the clatter of horses' hooves on stone slabs, the clatter of infantry boots, the grinding of spears, and the drumbeat of a military band echoed among the towering walls of the church......

Johnson looked curiously, and saw that there was no neat step in sight, and the infantry and horse teams would be arranged in a circle, and then a square.

The soldier turned the spear with the bayonet in his hand as a golden hoop stick, and then placed it neatly on the ground with a click.

As the majestic music reached its climax, the cavalry drew his saber with a smack, swung it twice meaninglessly, and then inserted it back into the scabbard with the click of the drum.

In front is the Convent of the Neudevichy Virgin, a collection of old buildings and lawns, and the gate is quiet, turn the corner, and meet a black-robed nun.

In the innermost corner of the wall there is a large open space, scattered with piles of stones, which should come from some old building.

Carved by time, ravaged by wind and rain, the nun walked by from time to time, as if it had been like this for a hundred years. The atmosphere that was originally very good was enthusiastically repaired by the hot workers who were working next to it.

The dome has been turned into a golden sheen, and the walls are brand new, as if something must be toned to be comfortable?

Past rows of sculptures, marble ballerinas sleep dancers at their feet, naval colonels under huge anchors, famous aviation designer Tupolev rising from the ground, and helmeted cosmonauts in their hands......

I thought it was an art museum, but Yelena said it was a cemetery?

Back on the street, before I came, I imagined that the buildings here were like the old residential areas of the capital, with square matchboxes. World War II was ravaged by war, and both the capital and Moscow were influenced by communism.

But the city center is still full of old buildings in neoclassical, Renaissance and Baroque styles.

Behind the neat Roman columns and carved eaves, you can occasionally see a gray revolutionary building rising from the ground, tapering from bottom to top until the giant red star on the spire, which is very distinctive.

If you like huge and magnificent revolutionary buildings, there's nowhere like VDNKh. Hundreds of large and small exhibition halls occupy more than 330 football fields.

Walking along the Central Boulevard, each of the giant exhibition halls on either side once represented a republic or region of the former Soviet Union.

The exhibition hall of the Republic of Karelia on the top of wood, the Armenian exhibition hall with intricate patterns, and the Ukrainian exhibition hall surrounded by ears of wheat......

There are also two giant fountains on the central avenue: the Fountain of Friendship of Nationalities and the Fountain of Stone Flowers.

Standing at the Monument to the Conquerors of Space, well, very modest name. At the top of the 107-meter-high monument is a rocket, the flames behind its tail erupt at an angle of 77 degrees, scorching the earth.

Behind the fountain are Su-27 fighter jets, Vostok rockets, Yak-42 jetliners and the Buran space shuttle.

The sickle and hammer of victory seemed to shine in every building, and SC Johnson was full of enthusiasm, eager to hold the red flag and sing as we walked down the road and strode along the exhibition hall......

Finally come to the bazaar and call an ant?

Rows of fur hats, matryoshka dolls, porcelain from Uzbekistan, wooden baskets from Siberia, tea trays with sickles and hammers, revolutionary posters with Russian slogans and Lenin's badges of unknown age......

Johnson was dumbfounded, isn't this Lao Maozi's Pan homeland?

A mix of open-air and indoor small vendors, similar to Silk Street, Hongqiao Market and Panjiayuan Thrift Market.

It's full of arts, handicrafts, antiques, Soviet-era items and everything else you might want as a souvenir.

Especially the matryoshka dolls, densely packed with a large area, are simply a nightmare of dense phobias!

Although they are the same nesting dolls, the price varies greatly. An ordinary nesting doll costs a few hundred rubles, which is equivalent to dozens of yuan, and the most expensive one costs 8,000 rubles?

It turned out to be handmade, it feels good to the touch, and it has the signature of the craftsman, if it is made by a little famous person, the price is more expensive, because it has collection value.

On the second floor is the eye-catching flea market, where locals put out old items from their homes, such as coins, old stamps, silver plates, chandeliers, and even mid-century hand-cranked telephones and gramophones, bulky wooden chests or small jewellery boxes......

Xia Long and Xia Hu were very excited, and they actually saw a lot of military supplies, although they were no longer lethal, but they were also a kind of historical proof. There are also various coats of arms that represent the ultimate in cult of personality.

Johnson was interested in a set of 18th-century silver tableware, and after several bargains, he won 10,000 rubles, almost 150 US dollars, which was claimed to be the royal silverware of the Tsarist period, and I don't know if it is true?

Walking on the streets, facing all kinds of cool beauties, blonde hair and blue eyes, and hot figures.

I heard that girls here have a popcorn gene, and when they were young, they were so beautiful that they were upset.

However, after getting married, one night in the fifth month of pregnancy, the terrible popcorn gene would be triggered with a bang, and the clothes on the body would be blown to shreds like a hulk!

Once the popcorn gene is online, no matter how much comfort you try, it won't help, and you will never go back in this life......