Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a carpenter in Fyodorov is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Kairat Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a pro, so I grab my tools and head out.
First stop, this old house on Abay Street. The owner, bless her heart, wants me to fix her porch. I get there, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. The wood’s rotting, nails sticking out everywhere. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you could’ve warned me!” But whatever, I roll up my sleeves and dive in.
Halfway through, I’m hammering away, and boom! A nail flies off and hits me right in the shin. Ouch! I’m hopin’ no one saw that. I look around, and there’s this kid on a bike, just laughin’ his head off. I’m like, “Yeah, kid, real funny. You try hammering with a shin like mine!”
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, buckets! I’m soaked, tools are slippin’ outta my hands. I’m cursing the weather like it’s my ex. “Why’d you have to show up now?” I’m yellin’ at the sky. But hey, I finish the porch, and it looks good. I’m proud, ya know?
Next, I head over to the market on Kairat Street. I’m starving. I see this food stall selling plov. Man, I can’t resist. I grab a plate, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, when I notice this old dude next to me. He’s got a mustache that could rival a walrus. We start chatting, and he tells me about the old days in Fyodorov. Apparently, this place used to be a big deal back in the day. Who knew?
After that, I’m feelin’ all nostalgic and stuff. I decide to take a stroll down Pushkin Street. The vibe is chill, people are out and about. I see this street performer playin’ the accordion. He’s got a crowd, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could do that.” But nah, I’m better with wood than music.
Then, I bump into my buddy, Aslan. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to build a treehouse. Spoiler alert: it didn’t end well. We’re laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my drink.
But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need you at the new site on Tole Bi Street.” I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” But I can’t say no. So, I rush over, and it’s chaos. They’re tryin’ to put up walls, but everything’s crooked. I’m like, “Guys, this ain’t a funhouse!”
I spend the next few hours fixin’ their mess. I’m sweatin’, cursing under my breath, but I get it done. Finally, I step back and admire my work. It’s not perfect, but it’s solid. I’m feelin’ like a champ.
As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ home, exhausted but happy. Fyodorov’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I love the hustle, the people, the stories. Even the crazy days like today.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Fyodorov. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!