Current Mood: strange
Current Music: Lost and found - Sparks.
14:15, i'm standing at the bus stop, see the marshrute taxi and wave the driver. Approach three gypsies and encircle me. They pretend - i realize this later - that they dont know how to open the door ,and a minute later i do that by myself. One of the gypsies asks the driver whether the taxi goes to the Southern Market and when he says 'no' , they rein back . I enter the taxi , take a seat and decide (finally) to open the French textbook wnen notice that my bag is open. I ask the driver to stop, say that I was robbed and go home.
'Mom , i just was robbed , i need to make a call to the bank. Not going to the uni today'.
She makes a call to her pupil - shes a teacher of ceramics and works at the so-called Palace of Children Art , but also visits some children at home . Today she was supposed to see a blind girl. This girl was born with healthy eyes, but at the age of three , at a hospital, she was given some medicine that caused allergic reaction. She 've lost her eyesight completely and had many operations made. Her name is Leyla. She can sew and knit, plays guitar and makes figures out of clay , write verses , and she's only fifteen. Her mother's health is very bad ,although shes rather young - but she've spent all her power to help her daughter just somehow.
So, mom calls Leyla and says she'll come tomorow.
I call to the militia and explain what happened .
'So what?'
'How do you think, if my credit card is stolen?'
'What else?'
'My students ticket. You understand, if someone explodes the White house and leaves this dammit ticket on the place , what should i do?'
'Your address? OK. we're coming.. a minute. You know, better come by yourself.'
Mom says she goes with me, as she knows my temper. I'm not sure whether they stole my keys aswell, but at least my address isnt written in the students'ticket.
We arrive to the local deparment of militia. A long corrridor, rooms to the left and right ,and two mwn behind the glass , just like fish.
'Who are you?'
'I called about the vallet'
'Go to the room 6'
In the room, two computers ,one's switched on and bears a bucolic wallpaper, also stand two tables., several bags under one of them , in the bags i see canned vegetables. A man with bruised face sits on a chair and a thin woman who handles crutches, stands near. Posters of Rob Halford, Terminator II, Bruce Willis and women in bikini on walls. mom sits down on a chair , i stand at a safe. When i sit down at it, the safe rumbles. The woman with crutches smiles. A policeman enters and looks at as as we were lice .
'What're you doing here?'
Mom? smiling:
'You see...'
We walk out, i keep the proud look. Then mom walks toward the two men i behind the glass. Someone thin suddenly appears .
'You're about the wallet?'
We nod.
'Room 85, 4th floor'
We go to the stairs and then up, then to the left and enter a room which is obviously in repair.
Fivbe men inside, one policeman and four big fat caucasians.
The cop:
'out, please, i'm busy'.
I get mad.
'I've lost my dammit wallet , and youre busy!!! You always are ,a week ago someone was burning the roof o my (beep) house and noone(beep) came although i called three times!!!!'
Mom:
'Shes a bit nervous , sorry'
The first caucasian:
'Behave , lady ,or...'
Me :
"What ,or??? Come on!'
the cop :
'Whats the problem?'
'I. Was. Robbed. Someone . Stole. My . Wallet!!!! '
'Your name?'
I say my full name. He says his name's Lesha, its a brief of Alexey. He asks how it happened.I tell about the gypsies.
'Do you remenber their faces or how they were dressed?
'Dam, no!!!'
I show how i was standing at the taxi and what i did m and comment everything.
'And what you want from me?'
'!!!!!!!!!!'
'Lady , behave!!!!!!'
'!!!!!!!!!!!!"
'Sorry, shes a bit nervous'.
'We can sue them'
'Whom????'
'The gypsies'
'How??????"
'Go out'
'AAAAA!!!!listen , Lesha, if someone explodes the )beep) moon and you find that (beep) ticket among the wreckage , i was here and warned you!!!!'
We go out.
Mom:
'Ania, calm down'.
'If he can treat me like a .. (beep) , then i can treat him like a (beep) (beep) , can't i????'
We're at the glass window again.
'Go to the room 26, you'll get a certificate that you were here'
Not asking questions, we go there and i repeat the story.
'Go to the bank and block your card !! immediately!!!!'
'Thanks'.
At the bank, i'm filling some blanks and forms for about an hour. I'm told that i'll have to make a call to Moscow and block the card, and the new one i'll receive as soon as next month.
We go to the crafts shop. Its empty and so lonely - its closed for repair but theres almost no doubt that it will be closed. Few people wrote letters to the local government , and tomorow i'm going to stick leaflets on every house - saying that we must save the shop. Its maybe said too pathetic that without the shp the town will lose its face , but really, too much will be gone.
Women who work in there , both have families, one of them is 46 and the other is 52 ,and she has an alcoholic son. They will hardly find any job. But theres a possibility to rent a place at the other cinema. Lately cinemas are used with quite various aims.
They said we can take what we want - all the people who were placing their products there to sell, have already taken them away ,and ther are only few itens of furniture left, lots of accordion cases - for some reason ,and also books on arts and old postcards. They allow me to pick what i like.
They also had a man selling and buying antique things there - but he has some back earnings so he may not worry. He can buy a place in that other cinema and give them a job - that would be good for all.
Mom goes to a shop and buyst some wine and candies.
Meanwhile, in the back room, i find ten rubles in one of the accordion cases, Its equivalent to one pound sterling, even funny.
At the table , they pour wine in tea cups.
I tell one of the women ,Olya , that i miss a guy with whom i went a month ago , very much.
Mom tells everyone about my wallet.
We even laugh.
We drink for men. It seems , none of us ever met a real man . Loking at these three women, mom and the sellers, and knowing their stories, i think that doubtfully my life will be happier.
An hour later , we pack things and switch off the light , and leave the empty shop.
I'm not uoset with that money loss m and even the card . The adventures at the militia department were amusing, and there are millions of things that are much harder to get through. |
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