Metro angel - (jk)

There is an old lady singing deep in the bowels Novokuznetskaya metro station. The tunnels carry the sound to your ears long before you see the singer or the instrument. The Moscow metro echoes with faint sounds drifting like prayers through the catacombs of an ancient underground cathedral. She is dressed from head to toe in black, with a black wide-rimmed theatrical bowler hat by her feet, inside which glistens a sediment of roubles and curled notes. About 70,  her face gently sagging, lips rouged, large wedgewood blue eyes glisten with a halo of tears, fingers interlocked and placed over her diaphragm.