Аннотация: The rain went out for a walk. A drawing. (With the app of a drawing "The market in the morning under the rain").
The rain went out for a walk. A drawing. (With the app of a drawing "The market in the morning under the rain").
The night sky is brightening. Birds are singing. Half the sky is covered with a dark cloud.
It's time for the rain to go for a walk.
He tosses his jacket over himself. The air is parting, and gusts of strong wind announce the imminent appearance of rain.
Thunder sounds solemnly in the distance, and a lightning flashes are visible.
Finally, the first drops appear.
At first, it seems that the rain will pass by, that everything will end with gusts of wind and influx of fresh air.
But seems, that time is running backwadrs, and seems, that morning is replaced by evening. Not brightes, but darkens.
On the sidewalks - where pedestrians usually go - a whirlwinds of water dust and of raindrops are spinning and flying.
Waves rush along the road - small tsunamis.
And at the crossroads - in places where the relief is lowered - tropical lakes are formed.
Yes! It looks like the tropics. Like a tropical typhoon. All the sky is dark and black. All the air is filled with water dust and with fog. All the space around is darky and foggy, it has no boundaries, it is saturated and overfilled with water.
A bright electric lights are turned on to illuminate the surroundings. It looks beautiful. Within a radius of several meters from each lamp, water dust, electrically illuminated creates beautiful balls of light.
The streets are thinking with pleasure that they have become tributaries of a small river flowing through the city center - of the Temernik River.
Cars and buses rush forwards, cutting through the water and imagining themselves speedboats.
Trees sway in the wind and wave their branches in greeting - walking in the fresh air is good for your health!
For the convenience of time control, thunder sounds periodically - you need to know how much time was spent on a walk, and how much time is left.
At last, the absolute tropical water darkness in the sky and in the surrounding space recedes. The usual, more familiar, dark sky clouds return.
Now there is no of the tropical water mist. It's raining. The rain is not over yet, but it is clearly dying down. The streets are no longer tributaries of the Temernik River, they carry the usual streams of rainwater.
A summer day... Just a fine fresh rain and a small puddles.
The morning walk of the rain is coming to finish.
June 17, 2021 09:16
Translation from Russian into English: June 17, 2021 10:35.
Владимир Владимирович Залесский 'Дождь вышел на прогулку. Зарисовка'.
The app.
The market in the morning under the rain. A drawing.
The market has recently opened. A morning time. It's raining.
Lethargy, hibernation. The goods are covered with plastic wrap. There are almost no buyers.
Figures wander with black bags filled with garbage. Carts with empty cardboard boxes are moving.
Some sellers lower the iron blinds that separate the interior of the kiosks from the street and start drinking hot coffee.
The rain periodically increases and then subsides.
Today is a day off. So buyers come from the city center, hoping to buy cheap goods.
The cleaners continue to work.
But there are figures of a specific market appearance, they are carrying and driving bags and packages with goods somewhere.
Gradually, the number of buyers increases. Buyers, are distinguished from sellers for example, by the desire to dress up prettily. For some reason, there are many people of both sexes among the buyers without hats and dressed in some spring jackets. It's about plus 10 Celsius at street, and it's raining quite noticeably.
With worried faces, shoppers rush in search of cheap goods under the rain with their heads uncovered.
I approached to the kiosk where the product I need should be sold. The kiosk is closed, the blinds are lowered.
Sellers from neighboring kiosks convince me that the owners of the closed kiosk will soon appear. They even call absent colleagues by their cell phone and tell me: "They will come in 20 minutes."
During these twenty minutes, I can walk away from a closed kiosk, walk around and buy something useful.
The rain continues to go.
In a sense, this is not bad: there is no influx of buyers. I can go without any jostling (and without any crowding).
I manage to buy something useful for a relatively cheap price. So in any case, my coming here made sense.
There is an umbrella-type awning next to the closed kiosk (which I need). Under this large umbrella there is a place where, apparently, the goods may be laid out. There is also a sheet of simple white paper, protected by cellophane, with the digits "500".
There is a place where I can to stay. I take shelter under the umbrella from the rain.
Next to the umbrella (a few centimeters away) is a retail outlet under a canopy. The saleswoman comes to look at me from there. She doesn't mind that I took shelter from the rain under her umbrella.
I stand and look at people passing in the the rain - sellers and buyers.
Sellers working in the market are dressed practically. The experience of standing behind the counter in any weather, and distant wanderings from their native lands to this big city, to this market, plays a role.
Buyers (mostly local residents - citizens) hope to make a Sunday event out of a trip to the market.
Suddenly, I feel the attention of passing people, the attention drawn to me.
Well, yes, if I look at someone, they look at me, in response. Besides, I'm warmly dressed - maybe my warm clothes is attracting attention.
Time is passing. The kiosk does not open. The sellers haven't come yet.
A classic dilemma used in negotiations.
To leave means to lose time without any benefit.
I continue to stand and look at people passing by.
Suddenly I realize that they refer the figure "500" to my person, and they are trying to understand what useful I can offer for this amount.
I don't look like a person who provides paid services, - but at first it's not clear to a passing person. And who knows? Maybe I want to sweep something, or stand behind someone's counter, or provide some help?
Yes, the question of price is a philosophical question...
What does "five hundred" mean? And the "five hundred" - it's a payment for what operations, actions?
On the one hand, it is interesting to speculate on the topic of the price of a human.
On the other hand, it's somehow unpleasant. It touch the self-conceit. What if 500 is five hundred rubles? Payment for some small service?
In general, my self-conceit is suffering...
Suddenly, a local-scale seething begins. A very plump girl from among the people, who are associated with the market, slipped on the asphalt, flooded with rain water. She lies silently at the road, looking somewhere ahead and up - silently, with a surprised moon-shaped face. Sellers run up to her, help her get up. Apparently, they are calling her relatives. Three relatives take her to somewhere.
Buyers are already arriving like a flow of a river water. They clearly outnumber the sellers.
People with garbage and sellers with bales of goods are practically not visible. The goods are mainly carried by the buyers.
The money blood clearly start to ran through the veins of this organism.
Everything comes to life.
Somewhere nearby, they turn on loud, optimistic music.
Rain doesn't bother anyone.
The saleswoman comes again from a point of sale (under a canopy) located nearby - a few centimeters from the "umbrella", under which I am standing.
With the help of some person, apparently a younger member of the family, she begins to hang various kinds of things under the umbrella.
Now it is clear: each item costs 500 rubles.
Well, it's time for me to get out from under this canopy. Although they don't kick me out.
The kiosk I needed, alas wasn't opened.
I'm pretty wet. I am wet in full.
But I accidentally got the opportunity to observe the market in the morning, to philosophize on the topic of the price of a human, to buy something useful at a relatively low price.
Some philosophical questions are fundamentally impossible to solve. But there is reason for optimism...
I leave the market in a great mood... It's good that I'm warmly dressed...
September 26, 2021 14: 29
Translation from Russian into English: September 26, 2021 19:20.
Владимир Владимирович Залесский 'Рынок утром под дождем. Зарисовка'.