Alex left the office and headed toward the cafe. He ate a burger and a portion of French fries with ketchup, paid the bill, went out and headed toward the stop. In a couple of minutes the man was at the target. He got into the bus, paid the fare and concentrated on the window. The bus started, and the picture began to change. But Alex knew it by heart: all the streets, houses, shops, post and cinema. He looked out the window and suddenly the world seemed to him tiny. As if the last stops of the bus were the extreme points of the earth. It began to rain, and drops appeared on the glass - now the world has become a bit like Impressionist paintings: vague, blurry, dimly lit by lanterns and shop windows. Alex suddenly remembered his trip to Paris. It seemed to him, it was a hundred years ago. The Champs Elysees, Montmartre, Seine, Louvre and Orsay remembered... He thought about how happy he was at that time, especially the day he went to Orsay. All day Alex wandered around the museum and enjoyed the works of Monet, Renoir, Lautrec, Van Gogh... Rising higher and higher, in the former station, he came to be in a room with a large clock that opened the view of the embankment. Evening light broke through numbers and clock hands. In the room there were several cushions-armchairs, where it was possible to restore strength after several hours of walking. Alex sat in one of the armchairs and looked at the clock. Emotions of joy and happiness filled him. At that moment he wanted to stop the time and stay in this place forever. Suddenly, Alex woke up - it was the final stop. He went out and headed toward the house. The dark street quickly dispelled the thoughts of Paris and Orsay and Alex again found himself in the usual schedule. Now he will return home, take off his coat and boots, turn on the TV and go to sleep during the evening news release. Suddenly, the man stopped - the schedule failed. "What happened with me? Why am I here? Why is there no more joy in my life? "- questions one after another surfaced in his head. After a few minutes of reflection, Alex suddenly turned to the side of the house and walked briskly toward the goal. He went into the apartment, threw the briefcase aside and unbuttoned his coat. Then the man sat on the couch and dialed the search on the phone "Flights to Paris." Smile appeared on his face. Alex realized that soon he would be in that wonderful place and feel happy again.
29 Mar 2018
Broken Schedule by Zakhar Manukhov
It was an ordinary evening of Thursday.
Alex left the office and headed toward the cafe. He ate a burger and a portion of French fries with ketchup, paid the bill, went out and headed toward the stop. In a couple of minutes the man was at the target. He got into the bus, paid the fare and concentrated on the window. The bus started, and the picture began to change. But Alex knew it by heart: all the streets, houses, shops, post and cinema. He looked out the window and suddenly the world seemed to him tiny. As if the last stops of the bus were the extreme points of the earth. It began to rain, and drops appeared on the glass - now the world has become a bit like Impressionist paintings: vague, blurry, dimly lit by lanterns and shop windows. Alex suddenly remembered his trip to Paris. It seemed to him, it was a hundred years ago. The Champs Elysees, Montmartre, Seine, Louvre and Orsay remembered... He thought about how happy he was at that time, especially the day he went to Orsay. All day Alex wandered around the museum and enjoyed the works of Monet, Renoir, Lautrec, Van Gogh... Rising higher and higher, in the former station, he came to be in a room with a large clock that opened the view of the embankment. Evening light broke through numbers and clock hands. In the room there were several cushions-armchairs, where it was possible to restore strength after several hours of walking. Alex sat in one of the armchairs and looked at the clock. Emotions of joy and happiness filled him. At that moment he wanted to stop the time and stay in this place forever. Suddenly, Alex woke up - it was the final stop. He went out and headed toward the house. The dark street quickly dispelled the thoughts of Paris and Orsay and Alex again found himself in the usual schedule. Now he will return home, take off his coat and boots, turn on the TV and go to sleep during the evening news release. Suddenly, the man stopped - the schedule failed. "What happened with me? Why am I here? Why is there no more joy in my life? "- questions one after another surfaced in his head. After a few minutes of reflection, Alex suddenly turned to the side of the house and walked briskly toward the goal. He went into the apartment, threw the briefcase aside and unbuttoned his coat. Then the man sat on the couch and dialed the search on the phone "Flights to Paris." Smile appeared on his face. Alex realized that soon he would be in that wonderful place and feel happy again.
Alex left the office and headed toward the cafe. He ate a burger and a portion of French fries with ketchup, paid the bill, went out and headed toward the stop. In a couple of minutes the man was at the target. He got into the bus, paid the fare and concentrated on the window. The bus started, and the picture began to change. But Alex knew it by heart: all the streets, houses, shops, post and cinema. He looked out the window and suddenly the world seemed to him tiny. As if the last stops of the bus were the extreme points of the earth. It began to rain, and drops appeared on the glass - now the world has become a bit like Impressionist paintings: vague, blurry, dimly lit by lanterns and shop windows. Alex suddenly remembered his trip to Paris. It seemed to him, it was a hundred years ago. The Champs Elysees, Montmartre, Seine, Louvre and Orsay remembered... He thought about how happy he was at that time, especially the day he went to Orsay. All day Alex wandered around the museum and enjoyed the works of Monet, Renoir, Lautrec, Van Gogh... Rising higher and higher, in the former station, he came to be in a room with a large clock that opened the view of the embankment. Evening light broke through numbers and clock hands. In the room there were several cushions-armchairs, where it was possible to restore strength after several hours of walking. Alex sat in one of the armchairs and looked at the clock. Emotions of joy and happiness filled him. At that moment he wanted to stop the time and stay in this place forever. Suddenly, Alex woke up - it was the final stop. He went out and headed toward the house. The dark street quickly dispelled the thoughts of Paris and Orsay and Alex again found himself in the usual schedule. Now he will return home, take off his coat and boots, turn on the TV and go to sleep during the evening news release. Suddenly, the man stopped - the schedule failed. "What happened with me? Why am I here? Why is there no more joy in my life? "- questions one after another surfaced in his head. After a few minutes of reflection, Alex suddenly turned to the side of the house and walked briskly toward the goal. He went into the apartment, threw the briefcase aside and unbuttoned his coat. Then the man sat on the couch and dialed the search on the phone "Flights to Paris." Smile appeared on his face. Alex realized that soon he would be in that wonderful place and feel happy again.
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