Man, what a day! Zhumysker, you wild beast! I woke up thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day in the workshop, but nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m rollin’ down Abay Street, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m already sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I’m a furrier, ya know? I deal with pelts and skins, not exactly the lightest gig. But hey, I love it. The smell of leather, the feel of fur—it's like a hug from a warm bear.
First thing, I get to the shop on Kabanbay Batyr Street. My buddy, Askar, is already there, messin’ with a raccoon pelt. I swear, that dude’s got a knack for makin’ anything look good. But today? He’s all stressed out. Turns out, he messed up a custom order for some rich lady. She wanted a fox coat, and he gave her a badger. Oops!
I’m tryin’ to help him out, but then my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “You better come home for dinner!” I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy!” But she’s relentless. You know how moms are. So, I promise I’ll swing by later.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, like she just escaped from a circus or somethin’. She’s clutching a bag, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s in there? A pet raccoon?” Turns out, it’s a vintage fur coat from the ‘80s. She wants me to fix it. I’m like, “Lady, this thing’s seen better days!” But she’s all sentimental about it.
I take a look, and wow, it’s a mess. I mean, it’s got more holes than a Swiss cheese! But I can’t say no. I’m a sucker for a good story. So, I tell her I’ll do my best. She leaves, and I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how I’m gonna pull this off.
Then, the door swings open again. It’s a group of tourists, probably lost. They’re lookin’ for the best place to eat. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta try the plov at that spot on Kairat Street!” They look at me like I’m speakin’ Martian. I mean, come on! Zhumysker’s got some bomb food!
After that, I finally get to work on the old lady’s coat. I’m stitchin’ away, and I’m feelin’ pretty good about it. But then, my machine jams. Ugh! I’m ready to throw it out the window. I mean, c’mon! Why today? I’m yankin’ at it, and Askar’s laughin’ at me. “You gotta treat it nicer, bro!” Yeah, right!
Finally, I get it fixed, and I’m back in business. I finish the coat just in time. The old lady comes back, and her face lights up. She’s all teary-eyed, and I’m like, “It’s just a coat, lady!” But I get it. It’s not just a coat; it’s memories, ya know?
By now, it’s late, and I’m exhausted. I head home, and the streets are lit up like a Christmas tree. Zhumysker at night is somethin’ else. The lights on the buildings, the buzz of people—it’s alive! I stop by a little café on Kabanbay Batyr for a quick bite. Grabbed some shashlik. Man, that stuff hits the spot!
I finally get home, and my mom’s waitin’ with dinner. She’s like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Mom, you wouldn’t believe the day I had!” And I start tellin’ her about the old lady, the tourists, and the raccoon pelt. She’s laughin’, and I’m just happy to be home.
So yeah, Zhumysker, you crazy city, you keep me on my toes! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.