This day was really nice and I have already wanted to start the working weekdays.
At the morning I woke up very active and run out of the hostel. The town was amazingly calm, no one crossed the road and no one rode at the little nooks. I was running with pleasure even though the dark cloud impended at the sky. Then I have my usual Sunday routine, english exercises.
When me and Mary met she offered to go to drink some tea with hometown sweets. We talked much. Then she led me to the library. I was registered and had to wait for Mary some time. She texted much with some purpose. At the rooms I couldn’t concentrate on books and moved to and fro. At the art department the administrator took me a book on art and led me to the reading room. It was a woody open space with tables and sofas, the winding staircase led to the balcony. People sit all around but the absolute silence were there as an air. I tryed to read the textbook but my focus flight away to my behaviour or the location of Mary. I was under some pressure and wishe to avoid it as fast as I could. After some time I left the book and went out.
We rode to the destination fast enough. That was the office centre with a security and wealthy enviroment. Glassy lifts with patterns, metalic walls, the big central hall with the cafe. At the place people were very friendly and talkish. I resolutely went to the stand and asked my questions. Immediately the representative came and I spoke in my fasty stressful english. She talked very inspiring but the price was still high and I couldn’t feel the greatest pleasure by it. At the other stands I took the information which I had already known and there was no surprise for me. I was a bit tired with that speeches and beautiful pictures. But Mary was pleased by the presentation and some data about abroad english courses. I could understand it but I had already got many things to know that there was work under the shell.
We walked farther and talked, I got a bit fatigued and hardly shared her frank delight about buildings and panoramas. At the cafe we got a good conversation, it’s interesting but I could be honest with her and speak freely.
En route to the bookshop I had the same situation which I had a few days ago. Some not russian women tried to rob me. I felt some touches and turned back to catch the rubber by hand but instead of this she slapped me in the face, cryed something on her language and run away. I was in shock and amazwment how could it happen twice. Mary helped me to come to myself, she was very careful. But I couldn’t throw it away even at the sweetest place of this town – th house of books. We went among shelves and discussed something little. After the book therapy she decided to lead me to the hostel. I could show her the gracious buildings and ambassies.
To sum up, it was the great day and I have wanted to read my book, sleep and at the morning begin the storyboard.