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Towards morning, a man lies on a bench near the train station... And the street is empty except for jackdaws and flying birds... I stand on the sidewalk with my bag, silently in the distance... I myself came to the city from distant lands, not to visit. My time is unusual... I myself have forgotten how to play billiards... I have no money, and there is nothing more beautiful to me than love... Next to the bus stop, a man in a down jacket is lying... I became lost in thought and stood nearby, waiting... It's morning, and it's time for me to wait for the driver... Business trips or a one-way trip... I was lost in thought at a bus stop in Tver, alone. I wait, stand, look at the holy building and the Christmas trees around it... I didn't have to stand and wait long with my bags... A stranger, a homeless man, rose from the bench. I'm standing waiting for the bus and looking at a tall building... A man passing by nudges me in the elbow... A skinny, scrawny man stands next to a backpack... Will you drink some ***** from the bottle with me... I'm leaving work now to go home... A man passing by says to me, holding my backpack... I reply: "Hello, pour me some!" I took out my paper cup, my coffee-brown one... The man poured me a glass of ***** I didn't drink it right away, and I felt a little better, a little better, though... The man drank from the bottle himself, quickly and silently... And he stood there silently and said briefly: "Don't get sick and I wish you success!" I hid my paper cup in my backpack... And the stranger walked away from me, past the fir trees... He was driving from work to the train station, returning home! And I stood and waited for my bus and work in Tver... And a white, homeless man stood on a bench on the asphalt and smoked.
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
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Towards morning, a man lies on a bench near the train station... And the street is empty except for jackdaws and flying birds... I stand on the sidewalk with my bag, silently in the distance... I myself came to the city from distant lands, not to visit. My time is unusual... I myself have forgotten how to play billiards... I have no money, and there is nothing more beautiful to me than love... Next to the bus stop, a man in a down jacket is lying... I became lost in thought and stood nearby, waiting... It's morning, and it's time for me to wait for the driver... Business trips or a one-way trip... I was lost in thought at a bus stop in Tver, alone. I wait, stand, look at the holy building and the Christmas trees around it... I didn't have to stand and wait long with my bags... A stranger, a homeless man, rose from the bench. I'm standing waiting for the bus and looking at a tall building... A man passing by nudges me in the elbow... A skinny, scrawny man stands next to a backpack... Will you drink some ***** from the bottle with me... I'm leaving work now to go home... A man passing by says to me, holding my backpack... I reply: "Hello, pour me some!" I took out my paper cup, my coffee-brown one... The man poured me a glass of ***** I didn't drink it right away, and I felt a little better, a little better, though... The man drank from the bottle himself, quickly and silently... And he stood there silently and said briefly: "Don't get sick and I wish you success!" I hid my paper cup in my backpack... And the stranger walked away from me, past the fir trees... He was driving from work to the train station, returning home! And I stood and waited for my bus and work in Tver... And a white, homeless man stood on a bench on the asphalt and smoked.
Randomness and poverty the picture of society in 2025
#woman#love#freedom#poverty#shelter
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RVKardashov
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
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