August 20, 178 is the day of the war.
The woman and her dog went outside, crossed the road, turned left and merged with traffic.
The intersection, the traffic light, the commands “wait”, then “let’s go”. I hope that the dog already understands the meaning of these words.
The next intersection, without a traffic light. And again the commands “wait!” and “let’s go!”.
Twilight is gathering fast. The streets are poorly lit. Drivers practically do not see either a woman or a dog. And those who see, do not pay attention to them. In loose trousers and her husband’s plaid shirt, the woman looks very “local”.
The woman has already stopped being surprised at her own simplicity in clothes. In Russia, she would not have left the house in this outfit. And now, in a plaid shirt and with a dog, she looks like a typical American. at least, she feels like one.
Another intersection, the commands “wait!”and “let’s go!”.
The smell of tires, hot asphalt, sometimes cigarette smoke from the windows of passing cars, headlights, and sounds – the noise of the city.
The woman grew up in the city, got used to the city noise. She is glad to hear it and feel like a part of this organism.
A woman and her dog went outside to merge with the city and clear their heads of daytime thoughts, at least a woman.
Now the main thing is not to stumble about the unevenness of the sidewalk, not to get dazzled with the headlights, to have time to move the dog aside when meeting passers-by, and especially with dogs.
Now the main thing is to forget about the fact that she is Russian, about this unnecessary war unleashed by the Russian government, about people dying every day (both soldiers and civilians), about Ukrainian refugees and rapidly impoverishing Russians.
To forget for 30 minutes… to become a part of this warm air smelling of rubber and asphalt, to become a part of an organism called “the city”, to feel harmony, at least for 30 minutes.
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