People people people…
Everywhere. And this smell… It smells like some machine oil or something
like that.
People and the smell, People and the smell…
Everything is moving. Two crowds of people – one is going down the
stairs and the other is up. The crowds are black with several bright spots. A
fat woman sitting next to me is speaking on her mobile phone but I can hear
nothing, literally nothing but this sound. This particular sound. The fat
woman’s gone. Now it’s a middle-aged blonde is making some notes right next to
me. She looks very busy.
Постовой полицейский, подойдите…
The walls are massive and white. The ground is partly black. I bet no
one pays attention to it. The walls are divided into several parts and each
part has a memorial in honor to soldiers of the Second World War.
I look strange, don’t I? sitting in probably one of the busiest laces
ever and being in no hurry. Just writing something down. Awkward, right?
This sound again. The woman in uniform passes carrying some cleaning
stuff which looks like a big white box with lots of brushes and wheels.
A mustached fashionable man in red T-shirt and blue jeans is staring at
me. I look strange, without any doubt.
Now some foreign man wearing jeans, black shoes, white socks and white
anorak with an enormous red sign ‘Russia’ on it
not only sitting next to me but speaking some language I do not
know. The man in grin T-shirt with
earphones is displeased. I’ve got such a look from him.
Meanwhile, the foreigner suddenly started to speak Russian. Probably, it
is some foreign magic.
Two curled girls just met. They’re standing right in the middle of the
crowd and having a small talk. The crowd is not happy with them. But it’s not
for long. One kisses good-bye another and leaves. She is in a hurry. Everyone
seems to be in a hurry. This man carrying two big chequered bags, the blondie
wearing a…
A minute silence s broken by a strong cry. Two people are shouting so
loud that the howling sound which already became familiar is broken too. Loud
busy people.
I cannot feel the smell already. Got used to it probably.
The black crowed became bigger. Bigger and busier. The sound came into my mind completely and
everything is like one big grey spot. The big grey spot which is producing
probably the most annoying sound ever. I
have never liked underground.
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