Аннотация: A Christmas Mood. A Christmas drawing. (From "stories on the little sheets of paper").
A Christmas Mood. A Christmas drawing. (From "stories on the little sheets of paper").
Corridors, corridors, corridors.
Wards. (A hospital wards).
Pharmacies.
The shops.
Fastly. Fastly. Fastly.
It's something hypnotic.
A small office of a small household company.
I'm getting in. I'm leaving. I go further.
I discover that I forgot the bag (packet) in the office. The bag contains a folder. The folder contains documents.
This hasn't happened to me in 5-10 years. 15-20?
I'm coming back.
I find the packet in the same place where I left it.
I say joking words - as if in my own defense.
I pick up the bag, folder, documents. I go further.
The long-awaited meeting, although let in connection with a sad occasion. I dictate my phone.
The interlocutor enters my number into his phone and presses the "call" button.
We wait. My phone is silent.
It turned out that I had dictated my number with an error.
Correcting.
Now everything is all right. We can call each other.
A late night. I have to go to the front door to the entrance to open it. I'm coming back.
The lock is stuck.
It's a situation!
The specialist comes in the morning. He opens the lock. I can, I able to enter back.
And in the afternoon - ahead of the jammed lock (before the situation with the lock), water breaks through.
If there are a metal pipes, they can rot, a little.
I felt myself like an equilibrist: a solving of a several very urgent tasks at the same time.
A modern human visits banks.
I'm coming home from the bank. Late at night I check documents - I prepare for the coming day.
Where is my passport!?
I can't find my passport.
Of course, tomorrow (today already) I will go to the bank to find out about my passport.
But where is a guarantee that my passport is there (in the bank)?
I will do a phone call the police to find out, what to do in such a situation.
A morning. A day (a daytime). At last, I'm at the bank.
Here is my passport.
Thank you! (Without a passport, the existence - that is, the life - is a very difficult matter).
Events are gradually built into a plot (a storyline). Who is this? What is this?
Cloudy. A rainy day. It's been raining since morning.
We sit at the table, drink juice, eat buns.
Suddenly, the Sun comes out from behind the clouds.
Sun rays find their way, their road to our table and illuminate it.
We are looking in amazement at the brightly lit table. We are directing our gazes at the Sun. The Sun is very bright.
In our conversation, in addition to the words about the future frosts and about the cold, strong winds, a topics are added - about a sunny spring and a warm summer.
December 28, 2022 20:32
Translation from Russian into English: December 28, 2022 22:37.
Владимир Владимирович Залесский ' Новогоднее настроение. Зарисовка. (Из "рассказов на листочках").
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MMMCCXXIII. A Christmas Mood. A Christmas drawing. (From "stories on the little sheets of paper").
Vladimir Zalessky Internet-bibliotheca. Интернет-библиотека Владимира Залесского}