Arbat

The Arbat was a promenade of outdoor musicians, sketch artists and souvenir stalls that sold strands of amber, nesting dolls of peasant women, retro posters of Stalin.

Wolves Eat Dogs Smith, Martin Cruz, 1942- 2004

Arbat, which is a seaport, and when I arrived there, lo!

The Bible in Spain; or, the journeys, adventures, and imprisonments of an Englishman, in an attempt to circulate the Scriptures in the Peninsula George Henry Borrow 1842

And the king of the Moors was not at that time in Fez, but was absent in his wars; and I arose and followed him, even unto Arbat, which is a seaport, and when I arrived there, lo!

The Bible in Spain 1712

The Arbat was a pedestrian thoroughfare designed to funnel strolling tourists into shops selling amber, vodka, nesting dolls, imperial knickknacks and T-shirts with Lenin’s face.

Stalin's Ghost Smith, Martin Cruz, 1942- 2007

She lived in Moscow, on the Arbat, in the penthouse of a five-star hotel owned by the oligarch.

No Escape: Getting Out Of The Gulag Sammy Perlmutter 2010

More evidence in that regard is the recent arrest of Bout crony and Arbat Prestige Mafia Godfather Semyon Mogilevich in Moscow.

Quartermaster to the Barbarians « Isegoria 2008

His black and white smile beams at crowds from the walls of at least four prominent and well-trafficked Metro stations (Arbat, Kievskaya, Chekhovskaya, and Frunzenskaya).

The Cult 2010

Lettuce was more than a coveted, unattainable luxury—it was a symbol of normalcy: of grabbing a BLT at the Starlite Diner on Mayakovsky Square in Moscow; of stuffing Caesar salad leftovers into my mouth as I zipped the kids into snow pants for a day of sledding; of shopping for groceries at an overpriced supermarket on Novy Arbat—all of the deliciously mundane activities I had left behind when I came to Afghanistan.

Peace Meals Anna Badkhen 2010

Lettuce was more than a coveted, unattainable luxury—it was a symbol of normalcy: of grabbing a BLT at the Starlite Diner on Mayakovsky Square in Moscow; of stuffing Caesar salad leftovers into my mouth as I zipped the kids into snow pants for a day of sledding; of shopping for groceries at an overpriced supermarket on Novy Arbat—all of the deliciously mundane activities I had left behind when I came to Afghanistan.

Peace Meals Anna Badkhen 2010

But the tables are set in those restaurants that have napery, such as "Delmonico's, 56 Beaver Street, 2009" and "Caf é Arbat, 306 Brighton Avenue, 2009," as if the curtain has just gone up and we are expected to make an entrance.

Crossing Delicate Borders William Meyers 2010