The one sunny day in the middle of November presents a hope for the citizens of Moscow. They might actually have a relaxing day for once. Many will call-in sick to work and will walk and will lie in the parks till their shadows change from west to east. The roads and walkways have their usual cracks and dips but still work for their needed uses. Just the way life is in Moscow, Russia.
“AAHHH,” a man with blue eyes, a pale nose, and puffed up cheeks yawned as a booming cry from his alarm came screeching with the intent of waking the man to go and serve his duty well. No one else would have delightedly stirred to move, but the whole city was already working like a machine. He went into his kitchen for a bowl of cereal and found that he only had stained bowls for use, “Ishe!” Instead of dealing with the bowls, he went to grab a cup and ate his two servings of cereal from there without wasting a minute to think.
His next task was to travel to his desk in his office to read and copy down endless numbers of his business’s progression in the previous week. He entered multiple rooms and came finally refreshed and with clean clothes to his living room which was combined with the kitchen for about the size of a 2-star bedroom suite. The only thing he had left to do now was leave his apartment. He stayed put for another 20 minutes to complete the full first hour of his day before he left at 7:00 to avoid rush hour in the metro. He had to take the metro because he valued his life and money too much to drive a car in the city although he had stuck on his wall numerous speeding tickets he had earned from India.
At 7:02 he left his apartment and took a hike to the nearest metro, Mya____skya, or at least that is how he called it. He rushed down the escalator in hope to catch the soonest train going north. As he got to the end, he saw that small crowds of people were gushing out at once of the pillars on the right. He had heard the sound of the train coming to a stop while he was coming close to the bottom, but hadn’t thought he was descending so fast. Anyhow, this could only mean one thing… he must run through the crowds to step through the mercilessly timed doors.
It was now a test of speed and agility for him, but since he had trained himself with those attributes in his earlier years, he succeeded. He was now on his way north, and it is one of his better starts to a day. Now he waits…
I feel useless, just standing here in my working clothes and with my leather briefcase. Everybody seems as though life ceases to exist in this underground base of the city. It seemed more like a dungeon at the base of the city that all inhabitants would experience at least for a short while. He silently gasped, My bag was tugged! Is there an opening? Did I dose too far off to allow the man on my right to open it? He looked back and noticed the door had been stationed right behind him. IT must have caught my briefcase on its rubber window-seal.
The train’s brakes started to scream, but there was no sign of the next station. It was completely still, and yet no one moved except a few confused ladies who got up in hope of leaving the train. The man on his right gave a little push on his shoulder and was preparing to leave while the train was paused. It was now completely silent as if the only sound could come from miles away and still not be heard in the dimmed light of the metro train.
About five minutes into the new wait for the train to move, the man checked his watch to find that it was 7:29. Keep waiting. There’s nothing people can do about it. Just wait, wait, wait…
The operator spoke something incomprehensible through the 10-year-old speakers. There was a sudden movement, and the waiting took a change in pace. When the train stopped again, he left and changed lines and continued east to Prospekt Mira. He was already late for his usual arrival time at 8:00 so he picked up the pace and went on a shorter hike than before. It was now 8:10, but he was still early for the 8:30 started work day.
The day was still young…
“Fred!” called one of his colleagues as he was sitting at his desk about to start work. He hadn’t even got his computer turned on. “Hey, what’s wrong? You have a slow start to the day or something? Your computer’s not even turned on.”
“Ya, basically,” answered Fred as effortlessly as possible.
“Yo, yesterday, I went over to the lady across the hall and introduced myself to her, and she told me her name…”
“Ya? Nice.” Fred was trying his best to sound as encouraging as possible, but mumbled, “It’s been saying that on her desk for at least the past 2 years.” He hadn’t given much interest into those types of conversations to catch up with other people’s histories.
“Her name is Marina.” This guy wasn’t the smoothest of any guys; if you asked anyone who met at least one person besides him ‘Who is the smoother man between them?,’ they would not have picked him.
“That’s awesome, Pete.”
“I AM awesome.” He said, acknowledging what he thought Fred meant to say, “Why else would she answer me? Ha.”
Pete left to his desk and froze for about 10 minutes, dreaming about what his life would be like when Marina finds out he likes her. Fred stared after him with a look of superiority. What a “bozo,” he will never understand the basic things in life, which is why he is eventually going to fail at it. “What would be the point in trying to teach him, when he will just fail at life anyways?” This was Fred’s excuse for remaining apathetic toward Pete’s ignorance. Such were the rest of his relationships at his desk.
Most problems in the world are created with ignorance, and his “friends,” no doubt, had it written all over them. This is what Fred thought every time time he went into contact with one of them, while he was assuming He knew them the best.
This was his morning in the sunny day of Moscow, and it was 8:35 on his watch.
It was now 7:30 on that same sunny day, and Fred was about to leave work. He tried to find his briefcase. “Not again!” He looked over to the floor and found it there motionless. He looked as if it were his child who had wandered off while he was working diligently and without any distractions. He grabbed it and placed his head on the desk. After about 15 minutes, he woke up, put on his coat, and started to leave firmly grasping his briefcase in his right hand as he walked. He stopped and turned around seeing that Pete was not at his desk. He looked over to Marina’s desk. Pete was sitting in front of it seeming very intense and comfortable at the same time. He walked toward him and stopped as Pete turned around toward him.
“Fred,” called out Pete seeming like the most excited man, and if life were to have needed a physical definition, he would have defined it at that moment. He ran over to Fred who was now in utter confusion and said, “I did it, I did it.”
“I am now dating Marina, and I have friended her on facebook. WE now have the ‘In a relationship with’ status.”
“wow, interesting,” Fred declared while trying to understand what the heck Pete did during his work day and how Pete could have changed his whole self to be able to speak like a gentleman with her. Maybe she is just like him and thinks everything he says, he means as a joke. I don’t know. Who cares? It is not like anyone is jealous or anything. “Nice work,” he finally got out after concluding that Pete had spent his entire working period talking with her and doing whatever he did to convince her to date him. It could be that he did not do this for the first time with a lady. He may have just been acting stupid around me so that he could show off his achievements as an amateur. Here is the competition. Here he sees a threat from me. Too bad for him that I am not immature like he.
“Anyway, I just wanted to tell you the Good News. See ya.” He left with a smile centered in his body but still had the professional walking form of a businessman. He stood next to the desk for a slice of a moment, and seeming as though he sensed something, he sat down in his chair to wait for Marina to return.
Till then, Fred had been staring at him from where they had stood. He turned around and saw that Fred had already left to the metro and went home. As he waited for his new love, she — she always comes at the right moments– returned, and her ironed charcoal hair was fixed in a careful manner. They sat and talked for a while and left at around the same time Fred would have gotten to the metro.
It was now 8:20 after Fred picked up his Shaurma for dinner and was standing on the platform waiting for a train to come by and pick him up. A Russian woman named “Who knows” had charcoal hair that was somehow ironed and carried a tan purse with blue sparkles in its design. She approached him, and he didn’t move. Even when she bumped into Fred, he did not move. Her eyes were uncovered by the crooked glasses, and without fixing them she said, “Eizvenetye” in a calm and miniscule innocent apology. He understood that she was blind, and she continued walking diagonally from the platform.
The train was coming, and Fred stepped forward while pondering about whatever he felt like. Splat. Fred turned to his left and saw that _____’s crooked glasses were on the platform without any eyes behind it. Her purse was sliding to the gap between the train and the platform. As the train was breaking to come to the precise stopping point that all trains do in Moscow no matter the circumstances, its horn –it is most often used to signal civilians away from the edge of the platform– blew its hardest. The only other sound was a man’s voice softly and securely asking _____ if she was hurt. It was obviously seen by the red line of blood on her forehead that she was hurt because it was expanding wide and down.
Fred saw that her purse was a few moments away from falling into the gap to the tracks. He flinch to pick it up in time, but when he came to his senses, he quickly walked through the doors before they were scheduled to close. He stayed next to the back door and watched other people run right past the accident’s victim without a pause to get through the scheduled doors. He wanted to shame all those people who didn’t hesitate to run past that woman and not help her, but he sensed there was something wrong in doing that.
Another paused train. Two police officers came to the scene and guided the frightened woman to the back of the metro through the caged gate underneath the digital clock. A few more workers came and strategized over how to get _____’s purse out of the way while the driver got back into his seat without any kind of shock through it all. He restarted the train and closed the doors in front of the last of the runners.
By now the train car that Fred was in seemed as if it were transporting stocks of people during a “Rush Hour” shift, but it was already 95 minutes past the traditional Rush Hour. All the people there were either sitting or standing; reading or staring off into their early dreams. The Train … Started … Slowly … then coasted for about 10 seconds and sped up. The machine worked again.