I don’t like London. And I don’t have any objective preconditions to this: I’ve never been in this city, and there are no unpleasant memoirs connected with it. Probably, such attitude was generated under the influence of the books read in my childhood. Paris, for example, is a city of the three musketeers, a city of adventures, duels, love and friendship … and London is a Jack the Ripper ’s city.
