Habibullo-Eugene Kiselev
A Synopsis of my Life
March 14th, 2018, Wednesday, 09:43:55 p.m.
Yekaterinburg, Russia. GMT 05:00
This day was, I would say, full of great strain. First of all, I woke up early and hastened to work. When the classes started, none of my group came to my class. I was not furious; rather I was a bit confused because I kept running between the teachers’ room and my classroom to see if any of the students were there. At about 10:00 a.m. the two college students of mine entered the teachers’ room, where I was sitting. I immediately took the necessary textbooks, and we went to the classroom. At the beginning of the class, one of the students began to shower me with provocative questions about politics. I cut it short and proceeded to the main topic of the class.
The second piece of the school hours was more or less quiet, and I would even say, funny. We laughed a lot, because my University students had written some really ridiculous stories during our class.
Okay. Having finished with all of that, I slipped on my overalls and went downstairs to meet Alexander Shorin at the editorial office of the scientific journal called “News of the Ural State Mining University”. He was already there. So, he set forth some details concerning my official job placement as a translator. He was talking for too long, I even got nervous and wanted to run away. The reason why I got nervous is because I was afraid of being involved into some bad things that would be a hindrance to my emigration. I was so frightened, that I called my mom and began to torment her with my suspicions. I was tormented, too. However, Alexander tried to persuade me all was good. I did not believe him. I still perceive all of that apprehensively. Okay. After that, Alexander’s wife Eleanor gave him a call and said she was waiting for us at a café in Greenwich, which is a name of a shopping mall in Yekaterinburg. Apropos, Alexander had long wanted to introduce me to his wife, because we were co-workers. So, we left the University building and headed for Greenwich which is in the 8th of March Street, 46. We found Eleanor Shorina on the third floor of the mall, thereupon we went to the restaurant called “Lunch-brunch”. That was around 01:00 p.m. Because I had already had lunch by that time, I was not hungry; I only took a 250 ml glass of cranberry drink for 25 Russian rubles. The three of us were chatting; I did not enjoy this chat at all. Alexander tried to get me talking, but I did not want to. I was not happy after all. He called me an introvert; I said I was of a mixed type and that he did not know me. Apropos, Eleanor is a total introvert according to Alexander’s words. So, I shared some of my emigration plans, that I did not like it here; he began to say absurd things about his trip abroad. He went there with his girlfriend, and she stayed there, whereas he returned to Russia. He said she was not happy there living on a welfare. How does he know?! “It is not easy to get a welfare abroad!” – I objected. Also, he informed me that Eleanor was half-Jew and that she had the right to move to Israel! I even gave her advice to get divorced from Alexander, which was a joke, of course. At the end of our “party”, this couple of weirdos even made fun of me, because I wanted to clear our table myself! This made my cup run over. A table-cleaner later came up to us, and I helped her a bit, having passed our trays to her. I lost my head; maybe it was because of this, that I have not found the place where to put the trays. This somewhat eccentric company kept laughing at me! I have worked in the public catering for three years. I know what it is to be a cook, a table-cleaner or a street cleaner. So, I decided to communicate with Alexander and his spouse on business only, we will always be on official terms. I told him about that having left the shopping mall.
After that, we went to the personnel department of the University. Eleanor resigned, whereas I took her position. The whole process was dull; I ran upstairs and downstairs a bit. Alexander even told me that the vice-chancellor of the University would call me soon. After that I went home. I was furious, tired, hungry, and of course dissatisfied. I have had a hard time with this married couple of odd fellows and also with the new disturbances connected with my new position.
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