Man, what a day! I swear, being a glazier in Novovolynsk is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the glass I gotta cut. I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The lady there always gives me extra sugar. Bless her heart.
First job of the day was at this old house on Komsomolskaya. The windows were like, ancient. I mean, I thought I was gonna find a dinosaur in there. So, I’m up on the ladder, trying to pry this old glass out. And boom! It shatters everywhere. Glass flying like confetti at a wedding. I’m standing there, heart racing, thinking, “Great, now I gotta clean this mess.”
But then, this old babushka comes out. She’s like, “What are you doing, young man?” I’m like, “Just trying to not die here, lady!” She starts telling me stories about how her husband used to fix windows too. I’m thinking, “Wow, this is kinda sweet.” But then she asks if I can fix her broken heart. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a glazier, not a therapist!”
After that, I head over to the market on Lvivska Street. Man, it’s packed! I’m dodging babushkas with bags full of potatoes. I swear, they’re like ninjas. One almost took me out with a cabbage. I grab some lunch – a quick borscht and a piece of that bread from the bakery. You know, the one that’s always warm? Best thing ever.
Then, I get a call. My buddy Vova needs help at his shop on Tsentralna. He’s got this huge glass display that just shattered. I rush over, and when I get there, it’s chaos. Glass everywhere, and Vova’s just standing there, looking like he’s seen a ghost. I’m like, “Dude, what happened?” He says, “I was just trying to clean it!” I can’t help but laugh.
So, we start cleaning up, and I’m telling him about the babushka. He’s cracking up, and I’m like, “Man, this is why I love this city.” Novovolynsk is wild, but it’s home.
Later, I’m heading back, and I pass by the park near the train station. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids are playing, couples are walking. I sit down for a sec, just to breathe. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my coffee over. I’m like, “Seriously?!” But then I see him laughing with his friends, and I can’t help but smile.
Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. My hands are sore, and I’ve got glass dust in my hair. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Novovolynsk, with all its quirks and craziness, is where I belong.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. Just another day in the life of a glazier, I guess!