A Hasty Winter Day
I was going for a walk and my mom said to me to do up my overcoat because it was very cold. My taxi drew up and the driver got out. It was hard for me to open the door because the lock had frozen up. My favourite song was on in the car so I said to the driver to turn up the volume. A few minutes later news begun. A presenter summed up all situations in a few words. I don’t like news so it made my mood worse. I phoned my friend but she was busy and hung up before I could ask her anything. When I arrived, the party hadn’t broken up yet and almost all my friends were there. It had been a difficult hasty winter day, and finally I was able to relax.
(from “Mastories”, short stories by Mary Zhukova)