A little town, Snegiryovka, in Southern Ukraine, central square, unpaved though. It was a late fall, drizzles a mix of snow and rain. Nobody walked on the streets.
We were a group of people, staying at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Our mood was dismal due to the gloomy weather. On the opposite side of the square was a convenience store, with the porch completely covered by mud, so it became just a slippery hill. This kind of earth was very fertile, but also very sticky. To walk on it was quite a drag, tens of pounds could stick to your boots.
Suddenly, on the horizon of the road appeared a drunk bumpkin, obviously heading toward the store to “improve” his health. For us this guy became the main attraction for entertainment. All eyes on him. Dangling and swaying, not aware of anything around, he came to the porch, tried to step up and slid down. We became a bit merrier.
The drunkard, not paying attention to us, made another attempt, trying to use his inertia. He stepped back and ran uphill. However, all inertia of his subtle body was not enough for success, and he slipped down again. It became so laughable that we forgot about the damned bus for a while.
The guy entertained us a few times more, but the stubborn hill didn't give up. He was yelling and gesticulating, cursing probably bloody KGB, your mother, and the whole unfriendly world.
Finally, he gave up, waved his hand and left.
However, it happened that he walked on the washed away edge of the road in an unfortunate manner. One foot walked on the edge, another one on the bottom of the shallow ditch. He felt that something was going wrong, but what particularly was unclear.
He lifted one leg, examined it, and put on the ground. He lifted another one, didn't find a problem either. And he continued on in the same way to our amusement.
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