On my first visit to Moscow I had a lot of trouble with the Cyrillic script, but the spelling of my name did not cause any problems.
It is 1983. In the Melodia Grasduinen record store, customers are silent. All plates cost 1 rubles 49. Spot goods buy, especially if she bought you those rubles from Amsterdam CS. They burn in my pocket.
Still awkward in the world of classical music, I am unable to interpret the merchandise. Until I recognize a combination of letters. With two LPs of symphonies from Gustav Mahler I leave the store.
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