Аннотация: Greetings from Sochi to a Rostov umbrellas. A drawing.
Greetings from Sochi to a Rostov umbrellas. A drawing.
The sky darkens and darkens.
Everyone is waiting for rain, but , so far, it's dry outside.
The bus starts moving along a dry road.
Wind gusts. The asphalt is strewn with dry leaves plucked from trees.
It seems that the leaves are glued to the asphalt with something wet.
On the windows of the bus, rare drops of rain mark a sharp traces.
"Rain started!"
A new pause. Dry leaves, blown off the trees by the wind, fall on the asphalt and wait for something. They wait for autumn? The seasons can change, they can mix (with each other).
All preparations are complete. Rain started. The initial energy is the most powerful.
Streams of water flow along the glass. It is not very clear what is going on outside.
The most powerful impulse of rain has passed. Passengers can see something through the windows. Cars move, immersing their wheels half in the water.
The streets form a single chain of flows, mutually reinforcing each other.
Streams rush down the slope - to the Temernik River.
As if out of the cosmic space, an automatic voice announces the names of stops.
But no one comes out and no one comes in. Walking a few meters in such rain means getting wet through.
At last, on one of the stops, two relatively dry girls enter the bus. With a receiving of a minimal moisture of their bodies, they managed to slip across a few meters from the stop to the entrance to the bus.
All passengers look at them with interest.
Yes, the rain has gotten weaker.
Rain leaves a city lakes and a streams that will soon disappear.
After a while there is the Temernik River. Nearby are stations (railway and bus).
The picture is contradictory. There are also turbulent streams, there are also roadways free from water.
The bus driver chooses the best route.
Somewhere nearby here used to be minibuses (in past) - they recruited passengers for quick delivery to the Black Sea coast, to Sochi (including).
Along the sidewalk the townspeople, covered with umbrellas, are merrily pacing - those who have not yet left for Sochi.
The rain stops - may be it goes, or may be not. Simply a summer rain.
In half a voice I read Tyutchev's lines:
"I love a thunderstorm in early May...
An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the din of the forest and the mountain noise -
Everything echoes [replies] cheerfully towards a thunders." (Fyodor Tyutchev. A spring thunderstorm).
In Sochi, according to radio broadcasts, relic groves were destroyed during the construction of certain facilities. But in Rostov-on-Don, so far, construction efforts were directed to the Left Bank of the Don (seagulls, stretches near the backwater). [Stretch - плёс - the wide expanse of water between the islands.] [Words out of popular song "The Left Bank of the Don".]
Urban forests and groves, despite the efforts of the previous administration, although have been reduced, still exist to a noticeable extent.
So for the time being we receive greetings from Sochi, we read Tyutchev, and "... the din of the forest and the noise of the mountain - Everything echoes [replies] cheerfully towards a thunders."
But high-ranking lawyers (defenders) of a construction industry are not sleeping - they are providing a firms with relatively cheap land plots.
So we can to fall into a cheerful summer mood - as long as [when] there are a conditions for this (that is, urban forests).
The rain is over.
The Sun came out - just at the moment when I wrote this line.
July 12, 2023 13:33
Translation from Russian into English: July 12, 2023 15:01
Владимир Владимирович Залесский ' Привет из Сочи ростовским зонтикам. Зарисовка '.
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