Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Pervomaysk, right? The sun’s blaring through my window on Komsomolskaya Street. I’m like, “Ugh, another day of coopering.” But then, I remember I got a big order for some barrels. Sweet!
I grab my tools and head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, it’s Pervomaysk, so you know it’s a mix of chill and chaos. I pass by the market on Shevchenka Street. The babushkas are out, haggling over potatoes like it’s the Olympics. I can’t help but chuckle. They’re fierce!
So, I get to my workshop, and it’s a mess. Like, I swear, I could build a whole new barrel with the sawdust on the floor. I start working, and it’s going smooth until—bam! My hammer slips, and I smash my thumb. Ouch! I’m hopping around like a madman, cursing like a sailor. “Why, oh why, did I choose this life?”
But then, I hear laughter outside. I peek out, and it’s a bunch of kids playing football on the street. They’re kicking it around like they’re in the World Cup. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that make Pervomaysk feel alive.
After a while, I finally finish the barrels. They look good, if I do say so myself. I load them up and head to the delivery spot near the train station. The streets are packed. I’m dodging potholes like I’m in a video game. Seriously, Pervomaysk needs to fix its roads.
I get to the station, and guess what? The client is late. Classic! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, getting angrier by the minute. I mean, come on! I could’ve been at the café on Pushkin Street, sipping coffee and people-watching.
Finally, the guy shows up, looking all flustered. He’s like, “Sorry, man, traffic.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Pervomaysk. There’s always traffic!” We do the exchange, and I’m outta there.
On my way back, I decide to take a detour through the park by the river. It’s beautiful there, especially in the spring. The flowers are blooming, and the trees are all green. I sit on a bench, just chilling, when I see this old man feeding pigeons. He’s got a whole bag of bread, and those birds are going nuts. I laugh out loud.
But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon lands on my shoulder! I freak out! I’m flailing my arms, and the old man is cracking up. “Relax, it’s just a bird!” he says. Yeah, easy for him to say!
After that little adventure, I head home. I’m exhausted but happy. Pervomaysk is wild, but it’s my wild. I love this place, even with its quirks. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, laughter and pain. Just another day in Pervomaysk, where every moment is an adventure. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!