
An Incident at the Crosswalk. Случай на перекрестке
Маленький рассказ про одно утро. A little story about one morning
The girl adjusted her hood and disappeared into a courtyard, practically skipping along.
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Читать ещёГлава 1I really didn’t want to get up early that morning… Who even came up with the idea of starting the workday at 8 a.m.? You have to wake up at seven at the latest, or even earlier just to have enough time to get ready and make it to work.How I hate getting up in the morning… What a stupid, awful day.Lost in these gloomy thoughts, I moved automatically through my usual routine: shower, brush my teeth, pour coffee, do my makeup, fix my hair…While drinking my coffee, I accidentally spilled the cup all over my dress.So I had to change clothes. I got angry at myself, at the coffee, at the dress, at everything.Then I couldn’t find the keys to my office for ages. I searched through every bag and every pocket. Finally, I found them in the pocket of my jacket. I scolded myself for not finding them the night before and for not packing my bag ahead of time.At last, I was ready. I stepped outsi…
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