Man, what a day! I swear, Maloye-Ganyushkino is wild. I’m a bone cutter, right? Yeah, sounds intense, but today was next level.
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already dreading the day. I mean, who wants to deal with bones before coffee? Not me! I live on Kirova Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s a circus out here. The roosters are louder than my alarm.
I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on Pushkina. You know the one? The barista, she’s always got that sassy attitude. I’m like, “Hey, can I get a large?” She’s like, “You mean a small for your big dreams?” Ugh, I love her but also wanna throw my cup at her sometimes.
Anyway, I get to the clinic, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? I’m just tryna cut some bones, not run a marathon. First patient is this old dude, Mr. Ivanov. He’s got a leg that looks like it’s been through a war. I’m like, “Dude, what happened?” He just shrugs. Classic Ivanov.
So, I’m in the zone, right? Sawing away, and then BOOM! The power goes out. Just my luck! I’m in the dark, holding a bone saw. Not exactly the best combo. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “Great, I’m gonna be the headline tomorrow: ‘Bone Cutter Goes Rogue in Maloye-Ganyushkino!’”
Finally, the lights flicker back on. I finish up, and Mr. Ivanov is like, “You’re a magician!” I’m like, “Nah, just a guy with a saw.” But hey, I’ll take the compliment.
Next up is a kid, Timmy. He’s got a broken arm from skateboarding on Tsentralnaya Street. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta chill.” He’s all hyped, showing me his tricks. I’m thinking, “You’re gonna break more than bones, kid.” But he’s got that spark, ya know? Makes me smile.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Sasha. He’s like, “Meet me at the park!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m working!” But he’s persistent. So, I sneak out during lunch.
The park on Gagarina Street is buzzing. Kids are playing, old folks are gossiping. I see Sasha, and he’s got this wild idea. “Let’s start a bone-cutting competition!” I’m like, “What? Are you nuts?” But he’s serious.
We end up laughing about it, and I forget the stress. But then, I see this stray dog. Poor thing looks like it’s been through hell. I’m like, “Sasha, we gotta help it.” So, we grab some food from that little shop on Lenin Street.
We feed the dog, and it’s like we’re heroes or something. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, BAM! A kid runs by, and the dog freaks out. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Not today, buddy!”
After that chaos, I head back to work. The rest of the day is a blur. More patients, more bones. I’m exhausted. But then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “You’re coming for dinner, right?” I’m like, “Of course, Mom!”
Dinner at my place is always a feast. She makes that plov that could make a grown man cry. I’m stuffing my face, and she’s telling me about the neighbors. Classic mom stuff.
Finally, I crash into bed, thinking about the day. Maloye-Ganyushkino is crazy, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if I do cut bones for a living. What a ride!