Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an auctioneer in Chernihivka is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista there, Oksana, she’s a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just gimme the usual, Oksana!” And she’s like, “You mean the ‘I need caffeine or I’ll die’ special?” Haha, love her.
So, I head to the auction house on Kirova Street. It’s a cozy spot, but man, it gets packed. Today, though? It was like a sardine can. People everywhere, all buzzing like bees. I’m thinkin’, “Great, more chaos.”
Then, outta nowhere, this dude walks in. I swear, he looked like he just rolled outta bed. Hair all over the place, wearing flip-flops in October. I’m like, “Bro, it’s not a beach party!” But hey, he had a rare painting. A real Picasso! I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s either a genius or completely lost.”
The bidding starts, and it’s wild! People are throwing their hands up like they’re at a rock concert. I’m shoutin’, “Fifty thousand! Fifty-five! Sixty!” My voice is hoarse, but I’m pumped. Then, this lady in the back, she’s like, “Seventy!” I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” But she’s fierce.
And then, BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. Total darkness. I’m standing there, heart racing. I can’t see a thing! I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna trip over someone and faceplant.” But the crowd? They start clapping and cheering. Like, what?
Finally, the lights flicker back on. I’m sweating bullets, but the energy is insane. The lady wins the painting, and she’s jumping up and down. I’m happy for her, but also like, “Did I just survive a mini heart attack?”
After the auction, I step outside to catch my breath. Chernihivka’s streets are buzzing. Kids are playing on the corner of Pushkina Street, and I can hear the laughter. It’s a vibe, ya know? But then, I see this guy trying to sell homemade borscht from a cart. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a food truck festival!” But I can’t resist. I grab a bowl, and it’s the best borscht I’ve ever had.
Then, I bump into my buddy, Vasyl. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he tells me about this cat that stole his sandwich. I’m like, “A cat? Really?” But he’s dead serious. “This cat’s a thief, man!” I can’t stop laughing.
As the sun sets, I’m walking down the streets of Chernihivka, feeling grateful. Yeah, it was a crazy day, but that’s what makes it memorable. I love this city. The people, the chaos, the borscht. It’s all part of the ride.
So, I get home, plop on the couch, and think, “What a day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Chernihivka, you’ve got my heart.