Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Pervomayskoye is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. I live on Shevchenka Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery down the road? Mmm, heavenly.
So, I get to the shop, and it’s already chaos. My buddy Vasyl, the fishmonger, is yellin’ about some shipment that went wrong. “Dude, chill!” I’m like, “I’m just tryin’ to slice some meat here!” But nah, he’s all worked up. I mean, who knew fish could cause such drama?
Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. “I need the best cuts!” she demands. I’m like, “Lady, you’re in the right place!” But then she starts pickin’ at everything. “This isn’t fresh enough!” “That’s too fatty!” I’m thinkin’, lady, it’s meat, not a diamond!
After that, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a sec, and wow, the view from my shop on the corner of Haharina Street is somethin’ else. You can see the old church, the one with the blue dome. It’s like a postcard, man. But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, some kids are playin’ soccer in the street. They’re kickin’ the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my moment, and they’re makin’ a ruckus.
Back inside, I’m tryin’ to focus. I’m cuttin’ some pork, and my mind drifts. I think about the old days, when my granddad taught me how to butcher. He was a legend in Pervomayskoye. Everyone knew him. He had this way of makin’ the meat sing, ya know? I wish he could see me now.
Then, boom! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standin’ there in the dark, surrounded by meat. I’m like, “Great, just great!” I grab my phone, and it’s dead too. Typical. So, I’m stuck in the dark, and I can hear the kids outside still havin’ a blast. I’m thinkin’, “Why can’t I have that kinda fun?”
Finally, the lights flicker back on. I’m back in business, but now I’m behind on orders. I’m rushin’, slicin’ and dicin’ like a madman. Then, this old dude walks in. He’s a regular, always gets the same thing. “Hey, Igor!” he says, “You got any of that special sausage?” I’m like, “Of course, comin’ right up!”
But then, I realize I’m out. I’m panicking. “Uh, yeah, let me check the back!” I run back, and guess what? I trip over a box of frozen chicken. I’m on the floor, laughin’ at myself. “What a butcher I am!”
Finally, I get the sausage, and the old guy’s happy. He leaves, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. “Hey, can you pick up some groceries?” I’m like, “Seriously? I just survived a day in the butcher shop!” But I can’t say no. Family, right?
So, I close up shop, and I’m walkin’ down the streets of Pervomayskoye. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I pass by the park, where people are chillin’, kids are playin’, and I’m just thinkin’ how crazy today was.
I finally get to the store, grab some stuff, and head home. I plop down on my couch, exhausted. But ya know what? I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. Pervomayskoye, with all its quirks and chaos, is home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen!