I couldn’t wait for those first moments when our train would pull into Belorussky Station and the march would play over the loudspeaker; my heart would jump at the words: “Comrade passengers, our train has arrived in the capital of our Motherland, the Hero-City Moscow!” “Roiling, mighty, undefeatable / My Moscow, my country, I love you most of all…” That’s the music you disembark to.
