Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a potter, right? Just chillin’ in Yasynuvata, minding my own business. You know, shaping clay, making pots, the usual. But today? Pffft, it was a rollercoaster.
First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally didn’t go off. I jumped outta bed, ran to my workshop on Shchorsa Street, and tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I swear, I’m like a walking disaster sometimes. Anyway, I get there, and the sun’s shining bright. I’m like, “Okay, let’s make some magic happen.”
But then, bam! My clay was all dried out. Ugh! I was so mad. I mean, who even does that? I thought I was gonna lose it. I was ready to throw a tantrum like a toddler. But then I remembered, “Chill, dude. It’s just clay.” So, I grabbed some fresh stuff from the stash. Thank goodness for that!
While I’m working, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Haharina Street, and there’s a bunch of kids playing football. They’re yelling, laughing, and just having a blast. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of my childhood. I used to play on the streets of Yasynuvata, too. Good times, man.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s carrying a basket full of what looks like potatoes. I’m like, “Lady, where’d you get those?” She just gives me this look, like I’m crazy. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna know about fresh potatoes? But she just keeps walking. Whatever, right?
So, I’m back to my pots. I’m shaping this one piece, and it’s looking good. Like, really good. I’m feeling myself, you know? But then, my buddy Oleg shows up. He’s all like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he found this old, rusty bike by the train tracks. He’s convinced it’s a treasure. I’m like, “Oleg, it’s a bike. Chill.” But he’s all hyped up about it.
We decide to take a break and check it out. We walk down to the train tracks, and I’m just thinking about how many trains have passed through Yasynuvata. It’s wild. The history, the stories. But Oleg’s rambling on about fixing the bike. I’m just nodding, half-listening.
Then, we spot this street vendor selling pirozhki. Oh man, my stomach starts growling. I’m like, “Oleg, we need those!” So, we grab a couple, and they’re fresh outta the oven. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m telling you, the best pirozhki in Yasynuvata, hands down.
After that, we head back to my workshop. I’m feeling all inspired now. I start working on this new piece, and it’s flowing. I’m in the zone. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and some dude just knocked over a trash can. I’m like, “Really, man? In front of my workshop?”
But then, I see the guy pick it up. He’s apologizing to the vendor. I’m like, “Okay, respect.” It’s nice to see people owning up to their mistakes.
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I look at my pots, and I’m proud. Yasynuvata, with all its quirks and chaos, it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it.