They place tiny hands on the concrete surface as if by touching they will have power. And they do. Little boys clutch toy cars and trucks as they speed around. Little girls giggle and race around too sometimes beating the boys.
The steps are narrow and if you are not careful and if your feet are big, like mine, you will trap your shoe between the door and the riser of the step. Believe me, I have learned the hard way. That’s why I prefer the big yellow mini-buses.
Benches line the walkways. A few kiddy rides are further back and mostly in disrepair. The Soviet State use to provide family fun in the park, but of course, it is no more. Private enterprise has yet to fill the gap.
Leaves are present too, but not quite visible – a symbol of Easter joy that remains hidden, but soon will be revealed to the faithful. Everyone wants to have a bundle of pussy willows in their home at this time of year. They have a story to tell.
I guess that’s why it’s a relief to come down the vodka, cognac, beer aisle. Everything is color coded - white for vodka, brown for cognac, and skinny neck bottles for beer.
He showed me his boyhood home which is now an office. He lived in a room about 12 x 15 with no kitchen or bath. Both were down the hallway and shared with other families. This was known as family dormitory living. I do not recommend it. I almost never pass by without saying a blessing for Gregory. If it matters in heaven, Gregory is remembered.
So Welcome, my friend. I live on the edge of town in желмасив. Even though it is not a "poor street," I like it. It's become my living place.