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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. Подробнее в пресс-релизе ✈️РСТЦ#MR

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#review #mr 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!

#review #mr 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. #mr#poetry#review

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. #mr#poetry#review

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 #mr#poetry#review

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 #mr#review#poetry

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!!! #poetry#mr#review

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 #mr#poetry#review

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. #mr#poetry#review