Заполненность торговых площадей в iCITY превысила 80%
Премиальный небоскреб iCITY в Москва-Сити, реализуемый девелопером MR, активно наполняется арендаторами — коммерческие площади заняты на 82% (из 8,2 тыс. м²). Среди резидентов – Maison Dellos, Pho Ngon, Surf Coffee, «Забыли сахар», «Копирка», Coral Travel, Ozon, Wildberries, Xfit Premium с бассейном и SPA, а также мини-маркеты, аптеки, кафе и сервисы.
Мы создали полноценную экосистему: от паркового пространства до сервисов, удобных для резидентов и гостей района
— отметила Мария Литинецкая, генеральный директор MR.
По данным Whitewill, в Москва-Сити сохраняется высокий спрос на инфраструктуру: вакантность в ритейле – 9%. Востребованы спортивные студии, медуслуги и детские центры.
Maison Dellos готовит новый формат столовой – с современным дизайном, бесконтактной выдачей и сбалансированным меню, ориентированным на повседневные потребности офисных сотрудников.
В продаже остаются 18 офисных лотов площадью от 256 до 1976 м² стоимостью от 202 млн руб. Спрос сохраняется как у инвесторов, так и у компаний.
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She had that wonderful waterfall on her face,
How enchanting, how effortless,
With such rhythm, they water flows, I don't care in which direction.
Suddenly she moved, I couldn't see the waterfall no more, I felt annoying.
And then, there was that sight, a beautiful river, her hair.
Waving with the utmost grace I have never witnessed.
My entity danced, danced like a it felt the ever hidden ancient enchantment. Ah!
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She had that wonderful waterfall on her face,
How enchanting, how effortless,
With such rhythm, they water flows, I don't care in which direction.
Suddenly she moved, I couldn't see the waterfall no more, I felt annoying.
And then, there was that sight, a beautiful river, her hair.
Waving with the utmost grace I have never witnessed.
My entity danced, danced like a it felt the ever hidden ancient enchantment. Ah!
You may not be able to see me with your naked eyes
Just know that my soul and blessings are always by your side
This world is a beautiful place and
my morals you imbibe will forever be your guide
I know you are going through trauma
Wishing your heart out if here was your momma
The day bleeds for you into nightfall
I feel terrible to not be there to help you through it all
But ,remember my teaching son that told you to be firm and brave
You will overcome your devils no matter how much they are grave
But please don't let that tear slide through your eye
My soul gets shattered inch by inch whenever i see you cry
For if it would be in my hands, i had made your all troubles ban
But heaven sent my child is now a capable man
For he has grown enough to deal with all the deeds
Jubilant i am seeing the growing tree of morality out of my seeds.
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In the eyes of god we all are ramblers
Travelling purposelessly to find our ways
At the death of every darkness there is morning
We all try , being one step away from grace
The himalayan saint displaying his Adobe
Cryptic den with a single cloth being his wardrobe
Yet he is crystal clear of worshipping divine as his goal
And therefore effortlessly is playing his role
The sun knows that it had to lighten
Bright rays to make the dark frightened
Hence no sense of stupefaction involved
As soon as done playing it's role, the sun haults
The moon knows of playing the guiding light
Accompanied by stars without any brawl/fight
Both of them being aware about their goals
Thereby effortlessly playing their duty roles.
The flowers are aware about spreading fragrance
Follow's symbiotic relationship with bee marked with reverence
Aware about its umbilical cord with nature
Thereby no sense of greed involved with any creature.
Then why as human beings we still lack clarity
Wishing to fulfill all our desire in brevity
Why our role is still not cleared to us
Our minds and hearts constantly involved in a ruckus
Insatiable hunger inducing greed in our eyes
Wishing for everything in a jiffy without any tries
We have misunderstood our goals and roles
Thereby pushing ourselves in never ending rigmaroles.
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It's been two years since you have left us
Leaving our mind and soul in continuous ruckus
Two years where I haven't seen your face
But not a day has passed without chanting your name
The moment we enjoyed bring wide grim on my face
The brawls we had incessantly haunt me till date
I wish I could have been there for you at the last moments
Assuaging our beefs and making you escape from the torments
Things haven't been the same since you left me
Eerie silence on seeing your image still surrounds me
My mood with you going on an anger spree
The feeling of detachment of vital root from my life tree
There are days where I wish to hear your voice
Days where I play your recording and rejoice
Days where without you I feel spineless
Days where I am all alone and there is no one to talk with
Days where I feel empty despite of covering huge length and width
Days where I miss my comrade to fold my unfolded mess
Unaware of the encounters left for my future endeavours
I will be carrying you with me for always and forever
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There are days when I want to live my life
But burden of responsibilities refrain me from this dive
There are days when I want to act immature
But the elevating age reminds me the end of childhood tenure
Days where I want to ride all swings
But the fear of world , hauling me from this doing
Days where I want to chill , drinking beer with my friend
But Monday being the next day , reminding me of the mundane office trend
Days where I want to sing my heart out
But fear that society might lodge complaint for being loud
Days where I wish rolling freely in the floor
Pranking others by ringing their bells at door
Days where I wish to scare someone as if halloween
Days where I want to ride in mountain and enjoy the serene
Days where I don't want to be judged by my income and status
Where it shouldn't bother anyone what's my apparel or apparatus
Days where I can express my feelings on their face
Days where for the sake of promotion, I don't have to make fib praise
Days where I want to stand on cliff and shout my name
Days where I want the thrill of breaking things followed by blame game
Days where the stern look of world don't scare me anymore
Days where I run far away from this life that is
being dull and bore
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There are days when I am completely clueless
Trying to figure how to fold the unfolded mess
There are days when my hope sinks deep down
While life laughing at me as if I am a clown
Days when infidelity gets unwinded with my kins
Days where I am pondering how to repent for my past sins
There are days when even the brightest of place appears to be dull
Days when I am walking like a rambler , but destination being void and null
Days where even blessings fail to deliver me some solace
Days where I am incessantly running without knowing in what race
Days where even city life and lights are stabbing me with a sharp knife
Days where I want to cover myself with blanket of silence for whole life
Days where I am jubilant mood and than become sad at the next moment
Know that life has bestowed me with everything, but still mind inflict such torment
Days when even with friends I wasn't feeling serene
Mood swings moving hapazardly ,as if a boat of marine
Days where I feel like zipping my lips
Thrash everyone , who is giving unsolicited tips
Days when even Netflix fails to provide me chill
A clueless travel junkie whose thrilled got killed
Days where my soul wishes to get freed from being entrapped
Days where I want to give up this blanket of maturity that holds me wrapped
Days where i wish to run wild and free
Wish to give this maturity and adult act and just be me and me!!!
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If my writing is a crime, even a death penalty is not scary
I am ready for it with open arms any time
If my rhymes are toxic and noxious
Then ready for venom drink that's completely poisonous
But your allegations won't hault me from writing
As long as my words are source of solace for weak and depressing
My couplets will always ignite a spark of hope
Backing you in situations devoid of any scope
My verses will always be your guiding light
A source of happiness irrespective of how darker is the night
My poetry will make the cripple stand on their feets
It will attract the happiness from the heavens and bring them to their streets
If my writings is a sin then ready I am to pay any price
Hang my neck but my fingers will continue to write
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Cheers to our survival ♥️
Finally this toxic year of 2020 ends
Though it was full of catastrophic bends
It lessoned us on valuing the present
Evaluating the value of your family
And enjoying life at that very moment
In the dark shade of countless inopportune deaths
Every soul praying to God to save their kins from being the next
2020 lessoned us on the power of hope
We will survive this storm cried the Vatican pope
It made a Clarion call that all human beings belongs to only one fraternity
Without taking into account any caste ,creed,race or border
It imitated thanos , snapped and wiped half of our kind in brevity
Thereby delivering a loud and clear call that,
No matter how technically advanced this world becomes
Alterations with mother nature will never be accepted
Keep on formulating daggering environmental schemes
,all these plans will be perpetually rejected
The wrath of pandemic bestowed upon all without any disparity
2020 tried testing the magnitude of gravity within the binding force of humanity
And therefore it becomes interim to deduce the perspicacious learnings of this year
Or continue with this unhardy ignorant attitude of ours
And once again place the hanging sword of extinction on the neck of our dears.
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