A Gentleman in Moscow

*Why, especially the street sweepers!

Those unsung few who rise at dawn and trod the empty avenues gathering up the refuse of the era. Not simply the matchbooks, candy wrappers, and ticket stubs, mind you; but the newspapers, journals, and pamphlets; the catechisms and hymnals, histories and memoirs; the contracts, deeds, and titles; the treaties and constitutions and all Ten Commandments.

Sweep on, street sweepers! Sweep until the cobblestones of Russia glitter like gold!