Habibullo-Eugene Kiselev
A Synopsis of my Life
September 25th, 2018, Tuesday, 09:57:50 p.m.
Yekaterinburg, Russia. GMT 05:00
As I was coming home tonight, I met my old Ural State Pedagogical University acquaintance whose name is Natalia Shumkova (Russian: Наталья Шумкова), or Natasha, for short. To be honest, I did not expect to meet her at all. Apparently, she was happy to see me too. This rencounter was sort of a current of the fresh air of my light-hearted youth, which will never be repeated.
So, we began to talk to each other in a very friendly manner. Natasha told me she had just returned from Italy where she had been on a business trip. She also told me about sewing, a new hobby she took up around two years ago. Natasha even gave up playing billiards, which was her hobby earlier. She said she was married to a Russian man named Ivan. Natasha is now the facilitator of an English Club at the Belinsky Library; she said this was a good means for her to practice her teaching skills. So, all was going very well in her life, according to her words.
I also shared my sad life story. Well, I was not that sad, though. I tried to keep smiling, but in my heart there raged a tornado of tears, woe, lament and the sadness of youth, which has irrevocably gone to the gray eternity of centuries. I told Natasha about my experience of an unhappy marriage and divorce, I also told her I had not achieved anything significant in my life. She was sympathetic.
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