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``Spring is coming, I can feel it.`` This typical Russian phrase was atypical for me. Everybody said that, but I did not feel it. As an intruder, I could not notice nuances of seasons. In Brazil, we have hot spring, hot autumn, cosy winter and infernal summer. There, spring comes with myriads of flowers' buds waiting to explode a new life. Nevertheless, after 4 months of punishing Russian winter, anyone can feel changes in the wind. I never counted how many times I walked along in my neighbourhood. Lefortovo is not a part of the touristic Moscow, people here just enjoy their life and this place full of Russian routine way of living always caught my attention when I first moved in. Was just like when I visited the east party of Berlin, the same vibes in two different realities. In a city that is changing constantly, the soviet-style prevails here. However, that old buildings are giving place to new apartments, slowly killing this USSR atmosphere. Every time passing by tram reminded me that this particular place still resists. If you turn left you will run into an orthodox church and if you turn right soviet buildings are still there, resisting. ``Let`s go to the cinema?`` asked my fiancee. She and I are always busy with our students` routine. When we have time we only walk in downtown, with hip coffee places and international cuisine. ``Good idea! How about this cinema behind the dorm? Is very close and cheap", "What is the name?", "Sputnik. Is an old soviet style cinema." The cheap part was intended to me while she liked the idea to find tickets during the widely celebrated holiday in Russia, the 8th of March. "Don't put such a heavy jacket, is not that cold''. Once upon a time, the Russian sun fooled me shinning like in Rio de Janeiro but cold as an ex-girlfriend's heart. I prone to follow my fiancee instructions, she is my Russian 101. I could feel the sun warming my face. A young couple in a small square between the cinema and the way from the dormitory. A new metro station was almost built. The buildings not so old to be demolished to give place for new generic ones were indeed ugly but they didn't damage this beautiful picture that was painted in front of me. To walk in my own neighbourhood in a light windproof jacket after wearing 10 kilos of winter clothes, was refreshing. At this moment I felt the spring coming.