A
man is crucified on the cross near the Moscow Ring Highway. The man is
located a bit on the side of the Highway. That’s why I haven’t
immediately noticed him. But when I have seen him I feel I must stop.
But it is almost impossible because of the traffic in the Moscow Ring
Highway. The intensive vehicular flow is carrying me away. But I cannot
forget the man on the cross. Who is he? Why is he there?
Gradually
day by day I begin to forget the man on the cross. But by chance I am
driving this place again. I see him. He is like a penetrating shot
directly in my brain. I cannot pass away. I have stopped. I have come to
you, The Man on the Cross. READ MORE...