Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Nose in Lyman is no joke. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Vokzalna Street. I’m like, “Great, another day in paradise.” But nah, it’s Lyman, and paradise is overrated.
First thing, I hit up my fave spot, that little café on Shevchenka. You know the one? The one with the best coffee. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?” But I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, ya know?
Then I stroll down to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. Kids everywhere, screamin’ like they’re auditioning for a horror movie. I’m just tryna enjoy the view of the Siverskyi Donets, but nope. Not today. I’m dodging soccer balls and scooters like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.
And then, boom! I bump into my old buddy, Vasyl. We start chattin’ about the good ol’ days, you know? He’s talkin’ about his new job at the factory on Kirova Street. I’m like, “Dude, you’re still workin’ there?” He laughs, says it’s a grind but pays the bills. I get it. Adulting sucks.
So, we decide to grab lunch at that place on Haharina Street. The one with the best borscht. I’m all about that beet life. But when we get there, it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I mean, it’s a Tuesday! We finally snag a table, and I order the borscht. It’s like a warm hug in a bowl. But then, the waiter brings me… a salad? I’m like, “Bro, I ordered borscht!” He just shrugs. I’m ready to throw a fit, but I just laugh. “Guess I’m on a salad diet now.”
After lunch, I’m feelin’ kinda good, ya know? So I decide to take a walk down to the old train station. It’s a piece of history, man. I love that place. But today, it’s like a scene from a movie. There’s this old lady, bless her soul, trying to catch a bus. She’s got bags everywhere, and I’m just watchin’ her struggle. I help her out, and she’s like, “You’re a good boy!” I’m like, “Nah, just a Nose tryin’ to do good.”
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, monsoon level. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on Kostiantynivska Street, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m some kind of wet dog. I just laugh it off. “Hey, at least I’m not the only one lookin’ like a drowned rat!”
Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Okay, time to head home.” But as I’m walkin’ back, I see this street performer on the corner of Lyman Street. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I stop, throw him a few coins, and he gives me a nod. It’s those little moments, ya know? Makes the day worth it.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. Lyman, man. It’s wild. It’s chaotic. But it’s home. And even with all the craziness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a Nose in Lyman. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!