Впечатлений конечно просто море. И вот ведь дура,...

Impressions of course just the sea. And here is a fool, how many times she promised herself that I won’t get into this subway, but there’s no way out that there’s no other way out. This is the most terrible feeling in life, a sense of despair. Not only that, when I just drove (by the way by bus) to Elektrosila, they dug everything up there and I got wet like the last chicken, it’s worse that there are no stops due to the fact that it was dug up and where these minibuses stop to find out in the rain. But in vain ... at that time it seemed to me easier to get to the subway. But it turns out to get wet in the rain and the lack of people on the street is not the worst that could happen to me. In principle, I travel a little in public transport, and then 90% is a bus or T-box, but not the metro ... I never loved him, but now I hate him too. Having barely pushed into the lobby to buy a token, I finally took the first step on the escalator, shaking, rattling, 61 years old, or maybe even earlier, going all the way, well, in any case, you can’t see where they are letting you down, in short, deep underground. Then I immediately remembered Jules Verne’s novel “Journey to the Center of the Earth”, I think the sensations were approximately similar to both the travelers themselves and mine. With every meter down, I understand that my head is getting heavier and heavier, it starts to put pressure on my temples and at the very bottom, plus everything starts to make me sick. Quickly rummaging in my bag I’m looking for chewing gum, I’m chewing ... I need to go there already, they start propping up from behind, they say faster. Ahead, grannies barely dragging their feet outstretch from the steps to the "floor" and then you understand either you are now crushed from behind, or shoved so that you fly forward and fall, or one way to jump over granny. With some simple actions, I safely jump out onto the platform, of course I gave my legs, and suede boots look about the same as after the young soldier’s course, their tarpaulin boots, well, all right, but their legs are whole. Hurray descended, a staircase into the unknown led to the well-known platform of Electric Power. Then I sat down at the station, because I’m afraid to get close to the edge, and they will shove you so far. I’m sitting, I’m not touching anyone, a homeless person is coming, something is mumbling in my incomprehensible language, okay, I don’t care, the chewing gum turned away further. Then the homeless person begins to wave his arms and scream loudly that he needs a trifle. And actually, where am I? Do I have an ATM on my forehead or "I will help the poor" or "giving small things only in large bills?" For example, I also want the Volvo S30, but I don’t go and beg for passersby mowers? In short, the madhouse is booming. The train arrived, went in, stood in a corner, did not touch anyone. Then I squeeze my legs again, the boots already look like dirty feet on a duck, I begin to consider what kind of asshole I was so pleased. There is a young man, who is shorter than me, in a jacket, trousers and a tie, I think I’m a kazlina and I didn’t even apologize, then I look down and see my childhood belt on it (maybe someone remembers the fox written on them, in short 50 rubles maximum) Then I immediately forgave him all without thinking. I’ll even wash my boots, but in shame and with such a belt, shame will not wash away.

It took a very long time to go from Electric Power to Haymarket. All the way I thought how good it was to ride in a car or at least in a minibus. On the street is a dub, we have a roasting place below. There are hundreds of people around me, there are not thousands of people there, all sweaty, tired and smelly go somewhere, the smell of my spirits begins to mix with all the people standing nearby, it turns out hellish mixture because of which I feel dizzy even more. Even my arctic fox on a jacket so sadly sad went limp from this heat and humidity created in the carriage. I almost had a drip from my nose.

Fuf Sennaya came out .... and oh May the bastard again escalator and again down. much lower ... well, I think today I’m sure to see the core of the Earth. It was not there, it was already getting off and the train had already arrived, having crossed the crowds of the discontentedly pushing people, hopped onto Spasskaya in the village carriage and plunged into waiting for her station. The anticipation did not last long, until several Dzhigits with huge beards like Hottabych fell into the car, I really got scared. I look around, the peasants sitting nearby, too, were straining themselves stiffly. Dzhigits, to our happiness, dumped the car at the end, and the more I heard nothing about them. Only out of the corner of my ear I overheard the peasants talk about fishing and motors. AND ABOUT THE GLORY TO THE GODS: "Ladoga, the next station of Bolshevik Ave." I go out, run to the exit, simultaneously jump over carts, grandmothers, boys with flowers. I push in front of the escalator for a long time, already not paying attention to the fact that someone is clearly trying to scoop me up, touch me, or just rub against me. 7 minutes and I'm upstairs in the air, I see the sky, albeit gray, but dear. Ugh ... I survived this horror dungeon and got safe and sound upstairs. the head immediately from the changes in speed, the pressure under the Earth ached, but it was all the same .... I'm in the air, I'm upstairs. The floor came home alive, under emotions, got into the shower and finally let me go and I